"The Woman in Red" - Did Anyone Else Feel...Sad?

Okay, so I just watched "The Woman in Red" (yeah, the one with Gene Wilder practically drooling after Kelly Le Brock). And while it is funny – I mean, Wilder's physical comedy always gets me – I couldn't shake this weird undercurrent of sadness? Like, Danny Muldoon is supposedly this happy, well-adjusted guy, but the MOMENT he sees Charlotte (the woman in red, duh) he's completely gone. It felt less like lust and more like...desperation? Like he was missing something in his life and she was the key. Maybe it's because I'm getting older, but I saw a real commentary on mid-life crises and the fantasy vs. reality of love. Like, he puts Charlotte on this pedestal, but does he even know her? He's chasing an image, a feeling, not an actual person. The whole scene where he's trying to impress her at the restaurant and just embarrasses himself? Ugh, I cringed so hard. It's like watching someone slowly self-destruct, and it's surprisingly heartbreaking under all the slapstick. And then when he finally gets her (or thinks he does), and realizes she's just...a woman? With her own flaws and complications? It's a real letdown. I guess it's supposed to be funny, but it made me kinda depressed. Like, is that it? Is that all the movies tell us about chasing your dreams? That it's ultimately dissapointing? I am being overly dramatic here, probably, but this old comedy gave me so much to think about. Anyway, I'm curious if anyone else felt this way? Or am I just reading way too much into a silly 80s movie? Tell me I'm not alone :')