7 Unconventional Valentine’s Day Films

Valentine’s Day is for lovers and romantics; Anna Howard Shaw Day is for cynics, grumps, and night-cheese-in-Slankets aficionados. I’m caught at the intersection, so my conception of what qualifies as “romantic” is occasionally warped, but unconventionally defined romance, especially in film, allows viewers to challenge their notions of love, romance, sex and sexuality.
You have your Antichrist fans and your loyal viewers of In the Realm of the Senses and Possession, but weird romantic films come in many forms—just like love. The most singular representations stand out from the pack with their observations on what makes us human. Here are seven unconventional Valentine’s Day-ish movies to watch with your bae (and by bae, I mean pint of ice cream).
Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Year: 1966
Director: Mike Nichols
When David Suchet took on the role of George in a 1996 UK production of Edward Albee’s incendiary play, the playwright took the actor, best known as Hercule Poirot on TV, and asked him about how he was approaching the lacerating male lead. Suchet responded, “I believe you’ve written a love story. However cruel George is being, he’s trying to save his marriage.” Albee retorted, “That’s what I wrote.” The acidic surface of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, in which an older couple battle with barbed words between themselves and a younger, ostensibly more naive pairing, is an easy distraction: Martha, George’s wife, spits at him, “Oh, I like your anger. I think that’s what I like about you most. Your anger.” This verbal boxing match Mike Nichols, as director of the film adaptation, astoundingly realizes through Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton, as Martha and George, respectively, whose tempestuous personal life adds a meta-textual quality to the film. As the two continue to batter at one another, breaking into the tenderest of wounds and most vulnerable of emotional places, George and Martha’s battle over “truth and illusion” evolves into a sublime meditation on cruelty becoming intimacy. Not only can George and Martha hurt each other like no one else, but they can care for one another like no one else too.
The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant
Year: 1972
Director: Rainer Werner Fassbinder
The austerity of German New Wave’s enfant terrible and ridiculously prolific Rainer Werner Fassbinder’s emotionally sadomasochistic romance/character study is a bit of a joke. In the tormented relationship between Petra (Margit Carstensen), her muse Karin (Hanna Schygulla) and Petra’s silent and subservient assistant Marlene (Irm Hermann) is an air of deadpan terror and eroticism. Fassbinder distributes power unequally amongst the trio: Karin has her way with Petra, going hot to cold from one line to the next, while Petra regularly dismisses and disregards Marlene. The women around Petra von Kant—her mother, her friend, her daughter—all look back with varying amounts of awe and disgust as they recount their own interpersonal relationships and how those relationships are connected to Petra’s sense of self. For a fashion designer as haute as Petra, the archness of her affairs contrasts with her carefully designed looks, as each of Fassbinder’s characters bounces between the humanity of vulnerability and the artificiality of their cruelty.