Mini Movie Marathon

Two days off = five movies.  Is that better or worse than an entire trilogy in less than a week?  As in, more or less productive?  Or not productive at all?

Maybe I’m stock piling ideas for my book that I keep thinking I should write but at this rate won’t start until I’m 90.  I did get other things done.  I DO know how to work the pause button.

It all started with The Importance of Being Earnest.  I guess the rest of the cast was good, but it’s hard for me to take my eyes off Colin Firth.  And that’s why I saw him trying really hard to keep a straight face in some of the more ridiculous scenes.  Reese Witherspoon can do a British accent.  Although since I’m not British I could be completely wrong about that, but it sounded fine to me.

Then good old Netflix suggested I might like Coco Chanel and Igor Stravinsky.  This was a little more intense.  The revolutionary dissonances of Igor’s work versus Coco’s radical ideas in women’s fashion.  So of course they hit it off, but the relationship was doomed.

 Wings of the Dove was also about a doomed relationship, and it’s all Helena Bonham Carter’s character’s fault.  She wanted it all, and in movies that usually means you end up disappointed.

So – from London to Paris to Venice to Tuscany and Shadows In the Sun.  And another kind of love story altogether.  This movie was more about the love of writing and the fear that can paralyze a writer when he thinks he might have nothing left to say.

Well they should all just sit down and watch more movies.  Tons of ideas there.

Giancarlo Giannini as Father Moretti was delightful. So was Joshua Jackson, but only when he forgot to slick back his hair with grease.  Yuck.  And the beautiful scenery will make you want to book a flight to Italy and never come home.  Unless of course you live there already, in which case, gawd I envy you.

As good as all of these were, The Young Victoria turned out to be the best of all of them.  You’d think by the time I got around to this one I’d be all sapped out, but nope.  Emily Blunt is a perfect young Victoria and Rupert Friend is an excellent Prince Albert.  I think there were sparks.

If I’d seen movies like this in school I might have had a better appreciation for politics and history.  Well, that’s debatable.  I might have wanted to meet Rupert Friend.

The next thing I’m going to tackle is a thousand page novel.  Going to sleep and to work can be such annoying interruptions.

The No Great Shakes Chronicles

Confessions of an Ordinary Life

Chapter One

This is not a compilation of memories from a lifetime filled with lofty aspirations and brilliant accomplishments. I find that type of person rather hard to like, and much prefer the unpretentious and the down-to-earth. Unless of course they reach the stage where they’re completely unambitious and devoid of any kind of passion. Apathy is a terrible thing. Better to be merely lackadaisical. It just sounds better.

As a baby I liked to sleep. Apparently people remarked on it to my mother so much that she began to wonder if I was normal as she jumped to her own defense by vowing that I had not been drugged in any way. I still like to sleep –  it’s one of my favourite things to do. Perhaps in another life I was a cat. I can nap anywhere. If there is ever a sleep marathon, I like to think I would be a serious contender.

As a child I liked to tell lies, the bigger and more ridiculous the better. I was strongly advised to tell the truth. I knew the difference, but the truth was way less fun. When my daughter showed a similar inclination to exaggerate we called her interesting ramblings ‘hard to believe stories.’ Perhaps I’ll throw a few of those into this book just to see if you’re paying attention.

As a teenager I was Miss Goody Two Shoes, secretly longing to be wild. I made some mistakes, I fell in and out of love, I tried to decide who I wanted to be. I got married and had children and worked hard and lost myself, being so many things to so many people for so long that now I’m afraid I still don’t know exactly who I am. Sometimes I think it’s rather unfortunate that I’ve reached the point in my life where I’m just too lazy to care whether I ever figure that out.

As an adult, mother of grown children with families of their own who call me grandma, I’m thinking maybe this is one of the best people I’ve ever been, one of the most delightful roles I’ve ever played.

I’ve been awake for years and years! It’s time to put my memoirs together and pass them along before I forget everything. Maybe someone else can define this ordinary life and discover what it meant to be me, before I fall asleep again forever.

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