The thing that gets me about Gil Junger’s 10 Things I Hate About You is that no matter how many times I see it (and let me assure you, that number is high–when I got it on VHS as a kid I kept track how many times I watched it one year: 41 times), I love it every time.

And what’s not to love? Itself a modern take on Shakespeare’s (heard of him?) Taming of the Shrew, Ten Things I Hate About You has all the quintessential things needed to make it one of the most delectable teen movies of my generation–there’s modern jargon, full-hearted laughs, a stellar (beyond stellar even) cast led by Heath Ledger, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, and Julia Stiles, and a great story line. Full of fun, this movie is!

And so, like a Clueless or a Reality Bites, each re-watching provides me with a new, great experience of the film. But even more than that, what doesn’t happen with the others, is that every time I find myself sitting in front of my television watching this brilliant beyond brilliant film, I’m always curious as to what’s going to happen. Quite strange considering how many times I’ve seen it.

And because my mind blocks out the overall results of Ten Things I Hate About You–perhaps to maintain the same joy I had so many years ago when watching it in the theater with my grandmother on opening day–I find myself generally ecstatic when the ending comes only to reveal that it, indeed, upholds happiness in everyone.

And moreover, my short-term memory loss regarding this film, provides me with the same sort of chills I felt that sunshine-y, happy opening day sitting in the theater, while watching Kat Stratford profess her love to resident bad boy, Patrick Verona. And these same chills follow through to the next scene when Patrick reciprocates. Chills of love tingle all over my body.

Does the scene hold up in terms of chill factor? See for yourself!