Still, there’s something about a rom-com that feels particularly comforting in times of turmoil. Maybe it’s the formulaic narrative arcs (meet-cute, romance, drama, romance), the unbelievably lavish lifestyle led by everyone claiming to be a journalist, or the much-needed escape into a world where disease and death isn’t the first thing on everyone’s mind. As someone who writes about movies for a living, I like to think I’m pretty genre-flexible. Thriller, horror, dramas, period films, comedies, disaster flicks — count me in. But lately, I’ve been finding it really hard to concentrate. The only thing that truly soothes my self-isolation anxiety is pressing play on a rom-com favorite , and sinking into it like a warm hug. (Another thing in short supply these days.)