Saturday, March 25, 2006

525,600 Minutes...

I just finished watching two and a half hours of a movie I spend 3/4 of the time bawling through. If the title of this post isn't enough of a hint, I watched the film version of "Rent" tonight. I have seen a LOT of stage plays (for someone with as little resources as I have, being a married mom of three), and nothing even comes close to this. Nothing. I don't think I could ever have lasted through the whole stage play. I would have been escorted out of the amphitheatre for bawling like a little girl with a skinned knee... for over two hours. If you are at all sensitive like I am, and you're planning on adding this to your Saturday 'movie night' do yourself a favour: make plans beforehand NOT to have a cold that can be exacerbated by a constant need to howl like a pack wolf in heat LOL.

I was so... MOVED... by this film, I can't even describe it to you. The whole premise of the movie was alien to me. All I knew about this musical was that it was set in New York and that it involved a bunch of friends living one year in New York. In retrospect, I'm thrilled that I knew next to nothing of the show's plot, because my reactions, I think, were exactly what the movie was designed to bring out... in everyone.

I remember at one point (just to completely change the subject), thinking "I wish *insert someone's name here* was here to watch this with me...she would have loved it!" After nearly two years, you would think that thoughts like that wouldn't cross my mind, but I was dismayed to find that they do. Frequently. Especially lately. She's cut herself off from everyone who loved her. Even the people she once considered family; people she shared a home with. They don't know if she's alive or dead, and the last time they saw her, she was painfully civil and cool (their words, not mine). It's as if, when she left our little town, the small town girl in her just perished, and what replaced her was a cruel, indecisive, aloof, numb thing that couldn't find her own heart with both hands and a flashlight (and a team of sherpas to help her). All I can think now is that she's going to have a piece of paper telling her she has a life, but all that her life will amount to is that little. piece. of. paper. Forget that she has a child. Forget that she has a family. All she'll really have is a slip of paper where a life once was.

That, to me, is more tragic than the story of "Rent".

/end dramatic (if somewhat vague) post


At 5:16 p.m. , Blogger Mari Adkins said...

Dude! You moved to blogspot!! Now I can keep up with you better! ;-)


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