I’ve been avoiding Love Story like the plague because who wants to hang with a pair of priveleged, stressed-out, hair-trigger egoists?
As a follower of their stormy saga back in the ‘90s, I always suspected…okay, believed that JFK, Jr. was a breezy, evasive lightweight and Carolyn Bessette was a screeching toxic bitch. Later.
But this Wesley Morris N.Y. Times riff put the hook in.
Morris basically analogizes the second half of Love Story with Rosemary’s Baby:
“Like a lot of people, I am watching Love Story…J.F.K. Jr. and Carolyn Bessette. It’s been two months of this show now. It’s very popular, and it’s about to come to an end. So what did we watch? What just happened?
“I would say, okay, for me, what happened was [we were] watching this really cute sitcom for about four episodes — Carolyn Bessette just going to work her job at Calvin Klein. [It felt], to me, like an NBC sitcom version of Carolyn Bessette’s life.
“Then she meets JFK Jr. and the script gets flipped. The show goes from, like, Sex and the City to Rosemary’s Baby. It goes from this sitcom to a horror movie.
“And I think the nature of the horror is just one of these sort of subgenres of romance that involves a woman making a choice to (a) be with a man who is either going to ruin her life or (b) her life is going to end in some way, some terrible way.
“What Carolyn Bessette needs is a minute to think about whether she wants to knowingly become Rosemary. Do I remain this free, independent spirit in New York City, having the time of my life, or do I give all of that up to marry a man who…he may not want to change my life, but the world he comes from and all of the things attached to it — in this case, meaning the tabloids, the paparazzi — is that going to be worth the sacrifice of all my, like, carefree single-girlness?
“And then once she marries him, she’s like, what did I do?
“And, you know, there’s a great moment where, I mean, it might be too much, but it’s not, really. She’s just, like, in her boredom and misery, just sort of like, crawled under a glass coffee table and is just kind of pinned there. And the shot kind of lingers. It is a wonderful metaphor for the entire experience that she has. It’s not a closet. She could have just hid in the closet, but she doesn’t. She hides under a thing that we can all see through, which is glass. And she’s trapped there.
“And I don’t know, I feel like that is a really deep situation that this show is very patiently unspooling. She is really resisting becoming Rosemary in Rosemary’s Baby. But I think what she realizes toward the end of this show is that it’s too late. .She already is.”
HE reality reflection: As she pondered married life with this hunky, mythical, bare-chested son of America’s most beloved 20th Century president, Bessette somehow made herself believe that (a) JFK Jr. would eventually grow more character and become a magazine publisher of serious substance (i.e., less of a nepo-baby) while acquiring several million more brain cells, and (b) that the celeb-chasing press and paparazzi would gradually calm down and leave them alone?
100% delusional bullshit.
Bessette wanted to bag this wealthy, entitled, world-famous prince of the city, and she knew what she was getting into. Okay, their marriage turned into a much more oppressive thing than expected, but she figured the best way to handle this super-fraught, media-besieged situation was to intensify her bitch lights and generally bring banshee hell?