Day Twenty-One: In case you find yourself looking for hope today

There’s this lovely part in the movie, Hope Floats where Bernice, the daughter of Sandra Bullock’s character says, “My dad says that childhood is the happiest time of my life. But, I think he’s wrong. I think my mom’s right. She says that…

Childhood is what you spend the rest of your life trying to overcome. That’s what momma always says. She says that beginnings are scary, endings are usually sad, but it’s the middle that counts the most. Try to remember that when you find yourself at a new beginning. Just give hope a chance to float up. And it will, too…”

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I am way too entertained by this

First, I need to tell you that I went to bed at 8:30 last night!  What in the world?  And, then slept in.  I might be three years old.  But, then, I wouldn’t have slept in.  And, I would have wanted Lucky Charms for breakfast.  Okay, I’m not a three year old.  I am ridiculous, however.

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Do you have a Netflix account?  Do you love it as much as I do?  I don’t watch TV very much.  But, on the weekends, or on sick days, or when the kids are napping, I find a movie on Netflix to watch.  I pretend it’s my DVR.  I don’t have one of those things.

So, Netflix does this thing where they try to anticipate the kinds of movies you would like to watch, based on the movies you have watched.  (Did that make sense?)  The best part about this is that they make up genres for you.  This can be so fun!  And, so flattering.  Or not.  I started writing down the ridiculous ones.  Warning: Once you read them, you will forever judge my taste in movies.  I’m okay with that.

 

Understated Indie Roadtrip Movies

Acclaimed Foreign Movies about Marriage

Romantic Foreign Dramas

Quirky Independent Comedies

Heartfelt Movies Based on a Book

Goofy Showbiz Movies

Sports Dramas based on real life

Movies with a Strong Female Lead

 

Okay, the last three genres popped up based on my family’s choices.  I cannot claim to be that normal.  I did want to watch Rudy, though.  I also cried.

Does your Netflix account give you funny genre titles?  Do you love them as much as I do?

 

Movie Love

There is a really interesting dialogue going on over at Relevant Magazine’s site.  Cole NeSmith has written an article called, “The Dangers of Emotional Pornography”.  In it he says, “We’re taught to crave the moment of romantic ecstasy or to live for the wedding day.”  This topic is near and dear to my heart, because I have been upset about the way love is portrayed in movies, these days. (Which makes it really hard, considering I’ve been a lifelong fan of the chick flick.)  So, instead of re-saying everything Mr. NeSmith has said, you can read it here.  (The continuing discussion is worth a little perusing as well.)

I think we’ve all gotten tired of the happily ever after wedding ending, but as a culture (or maybe as movie makers) we’ve yet to come up with a good solution.  In movies where it is more about the journey than the ending, there seems to be a voracious co-dependence.  (One that I do not want my daughter, who is already a hopeless romantic, to witness.)  I think, this has happened because of our addiction to sensationalism.  If we can’t have the BIG ending, then we want the BIG emotional rollercoaster that swallows the two people whole. 

Of course, it is so easy to be judgemental from this side of the screen.  I have no idea what sort of discussions, director choices, production money played a role in the finished product.  And, to be fair, culture (even movie culture) does not turn on a dime.  There are attempts being made, and I think we are too early in the game to say, “That’s not quite it.”  I do hope that we continue to move towards a portrayal of love that shows the beauty of the everyday choice.  Anyone can see the beauty in the grand gesture, but it is a true work of art when we are able to unveil the beauty of the everyday.  A good example of this is in photography, everyone knows we’re supposed to take pictures of the sun setting on the horizon, but it’s the true artist that can focus on the simplicity of a leaf, and make it a masterpiece.

I have hope.  Here are some of the things that fuel my hope: 

Paper Heart  It’s a fun movie that explores love, and has glimpses of this.  (I don’t wholeheartedly agree with it, but I like the discussion it represents, and I love the way the Indy world de-sensationalizes love.) 

*A great blog that speaks about choices is this one at Gypsy Mama. 

*And, for a real life example, this morning, my husband woke with the kids, fed them, and then brought me coffee in bed (he does this everyday).  That looks a little bit like a leaf that needs to be made into a masterpiece, doesn’t it?

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