What is it about certain movies? Movies that you can watch over and over again and never get bored with. Whenever you stumble across them on TV, you watch them (even despite owning them and being able to watch them without commercials) and you just…can’t…turn…that…channel. You sit there, watching The Godfather, doing your own Marlon Brando or Al Pacino impression (“they keep pulling me back in!”) and watch it for the millionth-zillionth time. And even then, you enjoy it as if you are watching it for the first time. Movies are particularly strange-magical-powerful that way.
Do they tap into some recesses of your mind where wonderful memories lay? Do they remind you of a certain time when you watched them? Do they remind you of a certain person? Do they whisk you away to some place where you want to go or some life that you want to be a part of?
Probably a little bit of all of those, I’m willing to guess.
What says the holiday season for me? Watching The Sound of Music…which I still can’t sell my family on. So, fine, I watch it solo and sing along (in my head) with Maria and The Captain and enjoy every single, silly minute of it.
Even certain actors can lure you in, proving they are interesting storytellers…the kind that you always want to sit and listen to. I got sucked into a Diane Keaton movie last night. It wasn’t even a particularly good movie but something about that kooky Keaton and her shrieks, sappiness and strands of pearls that always get me watching. I think I want to wear pearls like that when I am her age and actually be able to pull them off the way she does. Long live kooky!
It’s kind of a rare day these days that I have the chance to sit down to a movie. It used to be the default Saturday night, now it’s an event. Even then, I usually struggle to make it to the end of the movie, my head pitching back and forth as if my neck muscles have turned to noodles, nodding off like the resident narcoleptic.
There really is something enjoyable about huddling under a fluffy blanket with a cup of tea and a big ol’ bowl of popcorn, submerging yourself in some great flick. Take me away! I want to live in Diane Keaton’s house (or at least have her writing space with that view of the ocean) in Something’s Gotta Give…or explore a new country the way Diane Lane did in Under the Tuscan Sun or cook my brains out (and blog…”I can blog. I have thoughts”) like Amy Adams in Julie and Julia. A few of my faves. Sure, these are “light”movies, but there is something about them that always draws me in, moth to flame. It’s a sickness really. And the list goes on…do I need a good cry or a good dose of romance? Hit me with The Notebook. To this day, one of the best love stories I’ve ever watched-hands down, no contest. And it reduces me to a puddle each time. Insane that a story can do that. Cinema Paradiso comes in at a close second for that category.
Grab that popcorn….