Moonstruck, I love two things

Moonstruck may be one of the best screenplays out there.  It’s written tight and funny, and the one-liners are fantastic.  It builds from a simplistic concept and adds layers that build around a central theme.

Why do men cheat?  

Not just why do men cheat, but why does anyone cheat?  The layers to this movie are fabulous!  It’s worth watching just for the kitchen scene at the end (I’ll say no more).

But I’m not here to talk about the movie so much as a line by Johnny (Nicholas Cage):  “I love two things. I love you and I love the opera. Now, if I could have the two things that I love together for one night, I would be satisfied to give up…ah Christ…to give up the rest of my life.”

And this is pertinent because?  Tonight I went to see The Drowsy Chaperone at the Fine Arts Center.  I was reminded how much I love theatre.  As a kid, my mom would drag us to high school productions for the poor-woman’s theatre.  Which is not to denigrate high school theatre, because the high school production of Brigadoon that I saw with my mother was the best production of Brigadoon that I have seen.

My love for theatre expanded when I worked for a summer stock theatre in Grand Lake, CO.  I watched nearly every night.  Productions like Pippin, Sweeney Todd, and Bus Stop.  Then, God help me, I attended a college that had a primary focus on theatre (not that I was a theatre student, but the college had great theatre).  My first major crush was an actor at the college (which made my love for the theatre that much more hormonal).

I watched Jesus Christ Super Star eleven times!  I’m not even sure there were that many performances, but I’m counting every rehearsal that I could sneak my way into.

Theatre wasn’t in my blood, but it was in my soul.

Then I joined the Air Force.  Had kids.  And a divorce.  And a few deaths in the family.  And I forgot.

Last summer, I went back to Grand Lake and visited the theatre.  And saw, not so coincidentally, The Drowsy Chaperone.

I remembered, that like Johnny, I love two things.  I love my kids and theatre.  And writing.  And red wine.  And chocolate.  I love good books and not so good books.  And movies.  I love…

No, just two things, my kids and theatre.  And writing.

Seriously, theatre fills my creative soul in ways no other art does.  Movies are fine.  Sometimes better than fine.  And I love books.  Heck, books are an addiction.  And nothing, absolutely nothing, fills my life more than kid one and kid two.

But theatre?  It fills my soul.

In all creative endeavors, it is necessary to fill the creative well.  To replace the creative juices that go into the writing so that the well doesn’t run dry.  Theatre does that for me in a way that nothing else can.

So tonight, I’ll ask an impertinent question.  What is it that you love?

Find time for that thing.  Those two things.  Because they will make you better at whatever you do.  Trust me.


The Ghost and Mrs Muir

Old black and white movies are my favorite.  It was an era when men were men and women were cosseted. What a lovely, old-fashioned word.  I wouldn’t mind a little pampering by the likes of Rex Harrison.  One of my favorite of his lines is “I lived a man’s life and I’m unashamed of it.”  Something men today would do well to emulate.

As early as middle-school, I stayed up for the late-late movie or watched AMC once my mother deigned to get cable, to watch the best of the oldies.  My favorite of all time is The Ghost and Mrs Muir.  Perhaps it was the first paranormal.  Falling in love with a ghost certainly wasn’t the norm in the 1940s as it is in teenfiction today.

However you define it, it was a beautiful love story.  I watched it tonight and bawled my eyes out, although I have seen it at least a dozen times.

I’m not sure how prevalent a single mother was at the time, but Gene Tierney tugs at the heartstrings as a strong-willed woman taking control of her life following the death of her husband.  Creating a life for herself and her daughter, she is atypical of the stock romantic heroine of the time.  She has moxie.

Captain Gregg (Rex Harrison) calls her Lucia.  “Women named Lucy are always being imposed upon, but Lucia, now there’s a name for an Amazon.  A queen.”  If ever I need a new moniker, Lucia is the name I’ll choose.

Despite the growing feelings between Lucia and Captain Gregg, Lucy hungers for a flesh and blood man.  “I thought I was impervious to emotion.  a respectable widow woman with a hide like an rhinosceros.  but I’m not.  I need companionship and laughter and all the things a woman needs.”

Amen, sister.

Despite the captain’s warnings that there are “breakers” ahead for Lucy and her flesh-and-blood suitor, Lucy pushes ahead, only to have her hopes dashed against the rocks.

The story ends full-circle.  Lucy lives a full-life, a respectable widow woman, before her life on the physical plane ends and she is reunited with her captain.

Tears were shed.  Hope in the eternal nature of love restored.  End of story.

True love and other fairytales

A romantic at heart, I’ve always believed in fairytales.  Like believing in Santa, it’s a handicap after a certain age.  I mean really?  True love and soul mates and romance.  That’s just for children.  For fairytales.

Yet….  I still believe.

I’m a bit unconventional in that I don’t hide it.  Well, at least not online.  In the real world, I’m sorry to say that I hide behind a very reserved demeanor.  Not like I can show the world my soft underbelly. 🙂

This song is the antithesis of what I feel and believe, yet somehow, I like it.  Because the soul who wrote it must have believed in love at one time.  Anyone that can hurt that much had to have given himself fully.  And that, my dears, is love, something which I believe in strongly.

So this blog is all about romance.  Songs and movies and things that remind me of romance.  For all the hopeful romantics out there.