Posts Tagged ‘movies’

Because Maid Marion was there…

In Essays, The Daily Drool on May 17, 2010 at 9:58 am



Somewhere in the theater someone has taken off their shoes and the odiferous cloud encapsulated within has been unleashed.  I’m tempted to ask “Who took their shoes off” just loud enough to carry and scarry the perpetrator back into hiding.

But I don’t.

Onstage, sorry, on screen, splashed before me are pints of masculine blood, and Maid Marion (and the rest of her fair ilk) are expected to pick up the broken and abandoned pieces left behind…

Because this is how the world worked…

…Is this how the world works?

What cruel, cruel creatures we are – to see a thing desired and design a bigger hammer -a scarier doctrine – a flashier promise, to try and take it.  Man want, man kill, man take.  Sometimes I wonder just what it is we are doing here – did God make a mistake?  Or are we a bet, more reality show to the heavens than we can know…

Killing in the name of God, of King, and of country… and yet here I sit, paying customer to a movie, a Robin Hood unlike any other – bloodier, grittier, perhaps more realisticly brutal and cold (and God, their are rats on the dinner table!) and yet unrealistically noble…  and I’m struck by the sheer destructive nature of the beast.

And woman… oh women… where are we?

This movie was incredibly focused on Maid Marion’s sacrifice and strength, and I sat there watching in horror of how little say so many have had – Man vs. Woman, Rich vs. Poor, Government vs. Citizen … It’s there in her face as the men around her go off to war, take what they want, and decide the fate of England.

We drive home and I look up at the stars, a rat in the maze, a cog in this experimental wheel.  We fancy ourselves so evolved, yet we are all just one sun-spot away from the dark ages – all this technology we worship and revere, it connects us and rules our lives.  We behave because we are taught to, not because it is in our nature.  Humankind has an incredible and infinte ability to learn, but that learning is not inherent… Perhaps this is where people find “soul” … perhaps this is what is meant of yin and yang.  A fish bowl of light and dark, constanly turning one another over and spitting some out – in constant struggle for victory – to make “you” like “me” whatever “me” may be.  Soul…

A choice perhaps to be one or the other, but most often some of both… internalizing the global fight “To be- or not to be- a soul-ful individual”

And I’m depressed.  I’m impressed with the film, I’m enjoying Russel Crowe’s physique, I’m identifying with Marion’s exquisite nature and telling myself that I too am exquisite, and that it is this quality that prevents me from finding my match thus far – that I require an exquisite man and all the men I have given my heart to have been less than… And then I see that maybe I am sucumbing to ego, and that perhaps I m none of these things, just a 30 yr. old in a theater with her parents, neither here nor there in the world at large… And I am sad that I am part of this incredible violent wheel.   Then I take solace in the fact that I, an artist, am trying to make it better.   And after that I feel shame that I really am not doing anything of the sort.   Finally,  I feel ridiculous for suffering under such an avalanche of unweildy variables as these impossible thoughts.

And I take a breath… and the stinky feet have been put away… and my dad is leaning over to my mom to ask her what the King just said… and I realize that I don’t want to think such heavy thoughts right now.  I want to be carried away by story like my fellow theater mates… I want to revel in the alure of Robin of the Hood, walk out of this theater and back into something brighter… only I can’t because it has me stirred.  I am ready to jump atop my horse and go racing after the enemy…

And all this from a movie, a movie about a man who had no people and found himself a leader among them…  A man who has been dressed in tights, in leather, and now in chain-mail… the world is changing and Robin Hood’s dressing room is proof.


Sometimes I think too much.  Sometimes I should just go to bed instead of waxing angrily at the tides…  but sometimes you see Maid Marion walking under the weight of an insufferable world and you look around for a sword.

Julie and Julia – a treat!

In Essays, The Daily Drool on September 21, 2009 at 12:49 pm

So I finally saw Meryl Streep as Julia Child and Amy Adams as the slightly neurotic writer-turned-blogger-turned-cooking enthusiast that idolizes her, and while both women were fantastic they wound up taking second stage to the FOOD!  This is a really warm and funny movie, but my mom and I walked out of the theater absolutely STARVING for some buttery goodness and it struck me as quite funny that we were both clutching our rumbling bellies, absolutely focused on deciding where we were going to go to quiet the hunger pains.

Because you can’t have McDonalds after watching these women make beef bourguignon.

And I was thinking, as we were headed to Olive Garden (I know, it’s not French, but it’s DELICIOUS!), that food is an important part of our lives not just because it fuels our bodies, but because it also fuels our souls.

Everything we do in life is geared towards pleasure- the pleasure of fine company, the pleasure of new toys, and the pleasure of good food.  We go out to eat when we want to celebrate, we go out to eat when we want to cheer ourselves up… Food is perhaps one of the simplest forms of comfort we can give ourselves- so why shouldn’t we be passionate about it?  Why shouldn’t we take care in the preparing?  Why shouldn’t we strive to sit down together more often and share in it?

When I was growing up we always had dinner together.  Now, it may not always have been flavor over function- you can’t eat like a French Chef every night of the week – but we always ate together.  It was a time to sit down and recount the day’s events, good or bad, to touch base with the ones we loved and remember that we were part of a whole family unit.  I know a lot of people who missed out on the daily dinner, and it makes me sad.  I think this routine was strengthened our family’s ties.  We were in this thing called life together!  And we didn’t always get along or necessarily want to sit across from one another, but we did.  And I think we’re better for that.

Because there are more than enough moments for “Self” in the day to obsess about deadlines, contracts, assignments, and bills, but there is nothing like surrounding yourself with the people you live with, the people you live for,  and sharing a meal.

I know it’s how I want my children to grow up.

So go see the movie!  Let yourself indulge in the simple things!  It’s a genuinely good-hearted film and it might just awaken in you a joy of cooking!