“I don’t want Noah and Allie. I want Marshall and Lily.”

I don’t like The Notebook. It’s not Rachel McAdams, she’s an absolute star (obviously.) It’s not the script; it’s not the setting. It’s not the fact that the closing scene made me cry- ugly, snotty, heaving shoulders cry. It’s because when I trace back the idea that relationships should be all about chaos, about love-hate, about…