Okay, "The Hand That Rocks the Cradle" is TECHNICALLY a Thriller, BUT... Hear Me Out

Alright, rom-com lovers, I know what you're thinking: "Lauren, what on EARTH are you doing talking about 'The Hand That Rocks the Cradle'? That's, like, a straight-up psycho-nanny thriller!" And you're right, it IS. But hear me out! Underneath all the suspense and creepy vibes, there's a very twisted, very messed-up romantic triangle going on. Peyton Flanders (Rebecca De Mornay, giving serious ice queen energy) is basically OBSESSED with this family. And yeah, okay, it's a vengeful, murderous obsession, but still... it's a strong emotion! Think about it: she's trying to replace Claire (the mom) at every turn: breastfeeding her baby (cringe!), seducing her husband (ugh!), even trying to become the perfect homemaker. It's like a REALLY dark, REALLY messed up version of a rom-com where the girl's trying to win over the guy's family to get him. Only instead of baking cookies, she's, you know, pushing people out of windows. And the scene where she's imitating Claire in the mirror? Chilling! But also, low-key hilarious in a 'so-bad-it's-good' way. Plus, Ernie Hudson is amazing as Solomon, the developmentally delayed handyman who's actually the smartest one in the whole darn movie. He's the romantic hero we didn't ask for but definitely needed! Maybe I'm reaching, but I kinda see it as a dark mirror to all those rom-com plots where someone tries to "fix" someone else. Peyton takes it to, like, a homicidal extreme. Am I alone here, or does anyone else see the faint, twisted rom-com hiding under the scary stuff?