The Adjustment Bureau persuaded me to never again watch another angels-and-gods-watching-over-mortal-lovers movie. There haven’t been many, thank fortune. (The Bishop’s Wife, Forever Darling, etc.) I’m cool with Heaven Can Wait because nobody helped Warren Beatty get together with Julie Christie — the angels (James Mason, Buck Henry) were trying to rectify a mistake, not make a match. And Wings of Desire angel Bruno Ganz made his own decision to become a mortal and fall in love, and that was cool.
But I don’t want to know about angels pulling heartstrings. Love is about luck and character and smelling good and having the guts to jump off the cliff without a net. If you can’t go there without the help of Gods or angels, you’re probably not worth falling in love with in the first place.
Which is why I was immediately repelled when I read the synopsis for Gods Behaving Badly, a forthcoming fantasy-dramedy costarring Alicia Silverstone, Ebon Moss-Bachrach, Chris Walken, John Turturro, Sharon Stone, Oliver Platt, Edie Falco, Phylicia Rashad, Rosie Perez and others.
Josh Goldfaden and Marc Turtletaub adapted Marie Phillips’ 2007 best-seller. I gagged when I read that the story is about “Greek Gods, alive and well and living in a brownstone in New York City, as they cross paths with a young couple, Kate (Silverstone) and Neil (Moss-Bachrach). The intersection of the Gods and the mortals threatens not only the couple’s budding relationship, but the future of everything else.”
It’s all tied into the female idea that great love affairs are meant to happen, orchestrated in the clouds, pre-ordained, “written.” It’s one of the lamest and stupidest romantic fantasies ever. What’s so unromantic and/or uninteresting about just getting lucky when you’ve met someone you really click with? Life is about genes and connections, yes, but otherwise it’s almost entirely about luck. Ask Woody Allen.