Who cares if chick flicks have a bad name?

Confessions of A Shopaholic was fun. And it's always nice to have a young man with a British accent in the show, ha ha.

During my habitual pondering on trivial matters, it struck me that chick flicks have a lot in common with the kind of K drama I watch. So it finally dawned on me that these K shows are just chick flicks in another language and culture. Ha ha, am I profound or what...

Some people thought Sam Soon was like a Korean Bridget Jones. I don't really agree but of course there are a few similarities in their characters. I recently watched Spotlight and there you have Woo-jin, the broadcast journalist, which was what Bridget Jones was too. And then there is Kim Sun-ah (Sam Soon) in When It's Night, acting as a Sam Soon-like character but in a museum-national treasures setting... So everything seems to be related to everything...

There is also that top-of-the-building scene, you know, when the guy or girl goes to the rooftop to reflect on something (usually bad) that has happened. Like in Surgeon Bong Dal-hee and Spotlight, where the rooftop was a very popular retreat spot. When I saw Rebecca Bloomwood on the rooftop, I was, like, hey, what is happening here? This rooftop thing is really quite a global practice! It is also in They Kiss Again and many TVB shows.

I followed Spotlight (left) from about two-thirds of the series because I kind of liked the TV news setting and I found it fascinating that they can produce without trouble a show which highlighted government corruption, government-conglomerate secret deals and such. But I don't know why that Woo-jin character and the male lead were frowning for at about 90% of the time.

Am watching When It's Night because of the museum-national treasures theme even though it's not that great a show and Kim Sun-ah's character is too much like Sam Soon. Was disappointed to learn that she didn't end up with that charming policeman (widower) with the rather un-cute daughter. No fight, what (policeman on the right, the other guy on the left in both pictures) .

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