For many of you, it's traditionally impossible to hold down a relationship until the 14th rolls around. Worse, if you're seeing someone, the impending holiday usually makes it abundantly clear that the person is a complete waste of your time. The idea of handing over hard-earned cash for a bunch of roses quickly wakes you up to the realization that the former Mr. or Ms. Right actually bores the crap out of you. Such is life.
Art is another matter.
While you may not have a date this year, renting a video is cheaper and allows you to get stupid about tragic amour, while laughing at all those sanctimonious Hallmark zombies who think they're happy. You don't need anybody. Herewith is a quartet of films about love affairs that end because one of the partners is castrated, killed, sick, or Barbra Streisand. Close the blinds and roll around with abandon. Last Tango in Paris is for wussies, compared to Oshima's visual essay of sexual obsession.