Nothing more. Nothing less. Only love.

During the past week, I've been frequently thinking about love and concluded that the most recent romantic films, those that were released in the last five years —La La Land comes to mind as the primary example— gave me a bitter aftertaste. A taste of disappointment, because (call me old-fashioned) whenever I see a love story on the big screen I hope for them to end up together and seal their relationship with a kiss during the film's finale. This disappointment made me want to rewatch On Her Ma...