How to Marry a Millionare

After watching How to Marry a Millionare three times in the past two weeks, I've found myself recklessly in love with the movie.

This romantic comedy, made in 1953, was never one of my most favourite Marilyn Monroe movies, but seemed innocently sweet enough to buy a few years ago. Up until several weeks ago, I'd only watched it twice and never quite noted just how lovely a movie it truly is.

A story about three women looking to marry millionaires in order to rid themselves of debts and other financial issues blossoms into an adorably classic plot. Schatze, the wiser of the three ladies, steams up a brilliant plan to make millionaires fall in love with each of the girls, so that they will soon marry and live the luxurious lives they wanted ever so much.

One thing stood in their way however: love.

Love does conquer all - especially in this movie, as each girl ends up falling head over heels over what they perceive to be blue collar, average-Joe's.

As much as the girls planned and hoped to fall in love with someone who could rid them of their financial difficulties, they end up finding men who fill their hearts with joy - instead of their bank accounts with money.

This movie though made decades ago, shadows the same unrealistic dreams of the Perfect Man women hope for. Women today are still planning and hoping to fall in love with a perfectly painted imaginary man.

Girls wish for men with money, men with looks, men with the same values, men who are romantic, men who are athletic, men who have a particular eye colour, a particular hair colour, a particular height...

When it comes down to it however, we fall for whoever it is our heart skips a beat for.

Blue collar, white collar... no collar at all...