The Timing Of A Star

Deb: This video posted by a FB friend is what influenced me to write Monday's blog. Above everything else it is a glorious account of an amazing and ordinary person and her extraordinary life. It is an hour and 8 minutes but worth every second. I was riveted. You may be too. Watch five minutes or the whole thing. The end when she talks about losing Spencer Tracy is killer. She is one of a kind. Truly. A pioneer.

Five Crazy Things: Starring Roles

Barbara: What five movie roles could you or would you like to imagine yourself in? (Please keep in mind that my own list is really hindered by the fact that I don’t have a great memory for the details in films I’ve seen, so I can’t riff off a nicely subtle but comprehensive list for you—I’m hoping Deb does that :-) )

1. Ripley in Alien. Not for the aliens, mind you, but for her fierce badass fearlessness.

2. Tracy Lord in The Philadelphia Story. What I remember most about this film is Katherine Hepburn’s intelligent self-examination.

3. Eliza Doolittle in My Fair Lady. Because, well, who wouldn’t want to be (aka: look like) Audrey Hepburn in their fantasies? And there’s nothing like a transformational story where you get to keep all the best stuff from the before and after.

4. Erica Barry in Something’s Gotta Give. (Yeah, that would be the Diane Keaton character.) So many reasons for this one: she gets to go through a complete existential transformation in a most liberating, cathartic way AND she gets to do it in the most perfectly beautiful Cape Cod beach house I’ve EVER SEEN!

5. Erin Brockovich in Erin Brockovich. I don’t care about her boobs or her hair, it’s her unflinching attack on the bad and the wrong and her tireless against-all-odds defense of the underdog and what’s right.

Deb:

1. Any of Doris Day's roles in The Thrill of it All, Lover Come Back, Pillow Talk, et al. I would love to be sexy and charming and funny and work with those gorgeous brilliant men!

2.  Jane Craig: the role played by Holly Hunter in Broadcast News. Great great role! Smart, funny, neurotic!

3. Nora Charles played by Merna Loy in the Thin Man movies: loving wife, dog lover, mystery solver, wit extraordinaire. 

4. Hildy Johnson played by the great Roz Russel in His Girl Friday—again, smart sassy, witty. 

5. Kim Macafie played by the sexy and brilliant Ann Margaret in Bye Bye Birdie—need I say why? 

Need A Laugh? How ‘Bout A Maniacal One?

Barbara: I was searching for something fun to share with you guys today and stumbled upon this: a collection of the 100 greatest maniacal laughs. About time someone thought to do this—thanks, James Chapman! Even though these laughs are maniacal, I’m gonna bet it makes you want to laugh too.

(PS I think I’ve actually seen most of these. But which one is my favourite??? And also, so few women, so much Nicolas Cage…)

PPS Deb and I are going to be gone on our annual Girls’ Farm retreat for the next couple of days. Usually we’re gone over a weekend, so no blog misses, but this year we’re going from Wednesday to Friday. Instead of hanging up the Gone Fishin’ sign, we asked a few regulars to post here for us. Thanks, you guys! So keep checking in and commenting, and don’t be shy to play and have fun—we’ll catch up with all the shenanigans when we get back. 

Real Life Versus Reel Life

Deb: The boy was in town this weekend visiting us and we went over to pay his grandparents a visit. My Mom, the boy’s “Growee” (he couldn’t say Granny when he was a toddler and Growee stuck), was watching Godfather Part 2, arguably the best sequel of any film every made and certainly, one of only two sequels to ever win an Oscar—Lord of the Rings, Return of the King being the other.

As we were watching it in the background, I thought of that time in my film life and all the films I saw and loved. What I realized was that a good deal of those films I could not and would not see today. Certainly The Godfather would still be among my viewing choices now, but I would struggle much more with its violent moments than I did back then.

In my teens, my Dad used to constantly question my film taste and wax on about the gentler films. He loved the musicals and the John Wayne’s where, he pointed out, you did not need to see guts spilling and heads blowing off to know that a man was dead. If the Duke fired a gun in someone’s general direction and they fell careening backward or clutched their heart and doubled over, that’s all you needed to know. My rebellious teenaged argument was that those films did not reflect reality! The death and destruction depicted in them was fake. I needed real, man!

“New films are showing it like it is, Dad! It’s reality!”

“So is throwing up, but I don’t want to pay two bucks to look at it,” would be his response. 

First of all ... 2 bucks????!!!! But I digress.

Of course this conversation happened in the 70’s and some of the scary and violent films I am referring to are Straw Dogs, Joe, Walking Tall, Easy Rider, Chinatown, The Godfather of course, The Wild Bunch, Bonnie and Clyde, Exorcist, Clockwork Orange, and Wait until Dark to sample a few.  

Was I disturbed by them? Hell, yeah. Never ate pea soup again.  But it was a right of passage, a way of rebelling. It was one of the ways I could separate myself from the parental units and all they stood for. I adored them, but I deemed them old-fashioned and out of step regarding “film”. The movies I was flocking to see shocked and thrilled and opened up new worlds to me, both in their subject matter and the style of the filmmaking. I could escape into them. It was a different escapism than my parents, but it was mine and my generation’s, and I owned it.

When I look back on it now, I realize that I was able to embrace these films that literally spewed a kind of reality for the simple reason that I had not tasted reality as a person yet.  Any “reality” in my Real life existed only in my Reel life.

I remember the first time it changed. It was two weeks after I lost a beloved Aunt to breast cancer and my darling 25-year-old friend in childbirth. I went to see Terms of Endearment, a movie lauded by critics and audiences alike. And I despised it. And with good reason. In the weeks before I saw it, my reality had morphed into my former escapism. I also remember in later years when my husband and I were watching season two of E.R. and he got up in the middle and said, “I’m done. I cannot watch one more baby die or one more couple say goodbye over a death bed.” The real life picture of our precious baby sleeping in the other room trumped his reel life.

So now, as is the way of life, I have become my father in this specific regard. This year I cut a swath through every Oscar film I could see, leaving out Warhorse and Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. Cannot do 9/11 again and cannot see horses being hurt and killed. After all, I’m the girl who ran out of Benji the Hunted. Not even joking.

And in fact, if I had known about the dementia aspect to Iron Lady, I probably would have passed on that too. The reality is that since those early film days of shock and awe, I have been shocked and awed by life more times than I care to count.

And yes, I know it’s reality. But I don’t want to pay 13 bucks to look at it.

Barbara: This is so interesting, Deb! I had never thought to compare my early film-watching days versus my older ones. I might actually be the opposite—that the films I could and would watch when I was young were actually less dark and graphic than the ones I often choose to watch now. I don’t know if I was trying to preserve my innocence back then or whether I thought I could never grasp the true significance of the story because I was so, well, innocent.

Nowadays, I rather revel in the harder films. I’ve certainly watched more horror films in my middle age than in my adolescence. Why? I’m not sure. I don’t know if it’s my burgeoning curiosity, innocence be damned, or if it’s because I have seen so much more in real life and want to see how others do it in reel life (those others being characters in a movie, sure, but still, somehow they become my psychic other halves). That said, I did step away from E.R. years before it ended—although I think it was Phil who uttered Colin’s exact words. Until I started watching the forensic procedurals. Until I stopped watching those. You know, I think those shows lost it for me more because the formula got sooooo boring than that I was too sickened to watch them.

I don’t know. Such an interesting question, Deb, you've got me thinking!