She bumps into Marcus in some park and Marcus is telling her about how he can’t get up for her to masturbate because he associates her with failure. And she says he’s charming. Dull. But Marcus also shares that Darcy and Dex are looking at houses in Westchester. Rachel looks gobsmacked. Cut to Rachel calls Darcy to register her rage in a that rom com passive aggressive way: via cell phone. Rachel also lies that Marcus is circumsized. Trying to make an engaged dude jealous seems sad, lame and counterproductive. But now you know why I don’t write romantic comedies.
Bachelorette party night and Darcy ends up spending the night at Rachel’s and of course, Dex calls because he wants to come up. Rachel has to pretend that it’s Ethan and now Darcy wants to do the ‘Push It‘ dance with Rachel. There should be a law in these movies that r&b/hip hop shouldn’t be the conduit for people to have fun or become their truer selves. It’s trite, tiresome and lame. Again why I don’t write romantic comedies.
Now Darcy is having a heart to heart with Rachel about being totally accepted by Rachel because she’s thinking about getting married and what a big part of her life Rachel is. Is Rachel going to confess how much she loves her best friend’s fiance? No because Darcy — in her way–hijacks the confession with ‘I love you.’ Dangerous words in life, but especially in a romantic comedy (rom com ding).