July 3rd, 2005

Dance

Love Actually, Acknowledgements

Rocky Horror Picture Show tonight. That makes thirty-seven. It seems clear I'm not making my goal of forty-five by the end of the summer, but that's because I'll be either working or dancing most Saturdays so it's a fair trade. On the way home I thought I was going to post a bit about Rocky, either the meaning behind the movie or the significance of the culture, but I'm lacking the energy. One half-assed film analysis per day, thank you.

I was thinking more about romance on the way home. In my earlier post lacrimawanders had recommended Love Actually as another good romantic movie, which is rather coincidental because I consider Love Actually to be the companion piece to Down With Love. While DWL deconstructs the romantic movie and the meaning of romantic gestures, LA deconstructs the feelings behind it. LA is, in effect, a series of shorts to demonstrate every type, stage, and problem of romantic love that screenwriter Richard Curtis (Mr. Bean, Four Weddings and a Funeral, Notting Hill, Bridget Jones's Diary [adapatation]) can think of. The result is a pair of films, one of which looks at what we do, and the second of which looks at why we do it. They are both excellent and I highly recommend both of them be viewed together. Heck, I'm thinking of running an "I'm not gay. Really" movie night next semester to watch these and drink sea breezes. Anyone up for it? I know other homosexual drinks and an even wider variety of girly drinks. One scene in Love Actually is particularly touching to me. Mark (Andrew Lincoln) is standing outside Juliet's (Keira Knightley) house on Christmas Eve to tell her that he loves her. The only problem is Juliet is married. Rather than surmise I will quote:

Mark: [on sheets of poster board] With any luck, by next year - I'll be going out with one of these girls. [shows pictures of beautiful supermodels]
Mark: But for now, let me say - Without hope or agenda - Just because it's Christmas - And at Christmas you tell the truth - To me, you are perfect - And my wasted heart will love you - Until you look like this [picture of a mummy]
Mark: Merry Christmas


Telling someone you love them takes a great deal of courage. It is arguable if it takes more or less courage in Mark's situation to keep it secret, and if the fact he truly believes nothing can come of it makes it harder or easier to him. I find the question irreleavnt. While I vehemently disagree with Juliet's reaction to the message of kissing Mark, and with Mark's weakness in letting her (cheating is never right; be with the person you want to be with and don't fuck them over just to be with someone else), I applaud what Mark tries to do. Mark gives her the greatest two gifts he can for Christmas: love and honesty.

It would be dramatically appropriate to finish this post up with some romantic decleration of my own, but that's not where my life is right now, so instead I'm going to declare the love that I do feel, platonic though it may be. Not because of a meme or a request, but because I'm in a state of mind right now where I'm feeling very close to people, and I don't want to lose that. These are the things I should have said in the last seven questions meme.

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I applogize but it's 4:30 in the morning. I should get sleep. I will finish these tomorrow. Adieu to everyone, and I love you all.