I will most definitely be going with my wife to see The Promise (aka Wu Ji "/Les Legende des Chevaliers du Vant.) this weekend. It looks beautiful, fanciful, and tragic. Ah, to live in the world of Jiang Hu. Do I choose duty? Do I chose love? Either way, I suffer. See, tears are coming to my eyes already.
From the website:
A new epic fantasy set in China's mythical past, "The Promise" is a visually stunning tale of passion that unfolds against a backdrop of war as a beautiful and mysterious princess becomes the object of affection for three very different men - a powerful Duke, a brave general and a lowly slave. As passions spark and egos clash, lives will be ruined and lovers spurned and no one will ever be the same.
At first I wondered why I would like tragic romance, is it some kind of schadenfruede? Do I enjoy watching the suffering of others? No, that isn't it. I love the way that unfulfilled romance makes us appreciate the true value of love. When I look at my wife, and feel the happiness, comfort, and joy associated with such glances, after having watched a tragic romance, I come to see how lucky I am and how truly special a love is when it is fulfilled. It also shows me what love really is and not what I thought it was when I was 15 and full of hormones.
Love is worth the tragedy and the tragedy teaches us about the true nature of love.