Romance movies are nice. They are plot-less but nice. They are hollow but nice. They are not intricate, they are not complex, they are as love is supposed to be, simple, and most of all, they are just nice.
They just make you feel so good. If edible, they'd taste just like chocolate in your mouth, which is ranked as the 2nd most pleasurable thing after sex in the realms of women.
But Beware. They are actually one of the most deadliest forms of drugs in disguise. They lift you up so high when you are consuming them but after the effects of the drugs wear off, you'd be falling down to earth faster than little girls falling in love, which is the only thing faster than the speed of light.
You wake up, you become more disappointed with reality, the pain is even more unbearable, and you become addicted to the romance movies like alcoholics to alcohol, like men to sex. That is why endless romance movies are churned out every year. Because the consumption of these drugs takes away our pain, which is good, and also bad. For it raises your expectation of love, it polarizes you to idealise the perfection of love, the fairy tale happy ending which in turn subconsciously places more burden on your partner's shoulders and they will eventually crumble under the weight of love.