Hint: when you go to see a Chekhov play, or for that matter any Russian drama, and they mention a "sudden loud noise" in the final act...they're just opening a big bag of chips...no they're not...
I am not close to my sister and I am a complete liar. Truth, my sister has been visiting from Boston for the last week and I couldn't be happier. Not only can she proudly sing any number from Follies while crossing an intersection (happened yesterday), she is insanely honest (direct quote: "Babies are so undignified"). To celebrate our reunion, we did what we always do. We went to the Gilroy outlets, ate In-N-Out, and then tried on ridiculous outfits. Oooh and yes, the dress I wore matched the In-N-Out logo. No, I did not plan it that way...I think.
Here's to reunions with fantabulous sisters. Sisters who sing in crosswalks, make fun of everything, and eat In-N-Out.
For the last five years, each October, my mom and I hit the road to L.A. for a weekend of roller coasters, museums, and carbs. This year was no exception. Yes, I realize that October was a while ago (don't count how many months), but in the spirit of a belated Mother's Day, I wanted to share with you why my mom is the ultimate travel companion.
Now, for the food portion of the trip. We have our favorite stand-bys: Europane in Pasadena, Julienne in San Marino, and of course, room service.
How adorable is she? I completely blame her for my addiction to room service. Seriously though, thanks, Sarah Jean. There is no one that I would rather laugh or travel with :)
Somebody recently asked me, "Maren, what have you been up to?"
Well, last Friday night (or rather late afternoon) I went to the movies with myself and this giant peanut butter cookie. We went to see Cabin in the Woods because we heard it was good. In the theater, we were joined by:
3 middle aged stoners who had brought their own burritos
2 60-something ladies who messed up their movie times (because fandango lied to them), missed the 155 showing of Mirror Mirror (because it doesn't exist), and got stuck with us (stoners, peanut butter cookie, horror movie masterpiece, and me)
We all had a really good time. Speaking for myself, I think I grew a lot and that is what I've been up to lately.
Some of us are criers. Some of us can’t look at firework spectaculars or watch old people dance without getting choked up. You know what I mean. Like how when you were in middle school and you would invite all your friends over to watch Steel Magnolias and then you would compete to see who could cry the hardest? No? Just me-ok. The Greeks had a word for this vicarious getting out of your ya-yas: catharsis. The side benefits of this emotional outpouring are numerous. For example, to this very day, I can recite (verbatim) Sally Field’s cemetery monologue, complete with hand gestures and accent. But, more than that, catharsis allows the audience to express, embrace, and release emotion.
Now, where does Christmas come in? Well, this year I have been struggling to find the holiday spirit and this is pretty unusual for me. In fact, lately I’ve been more than a little Scrooge-esque. So, I am going on a self-imposed crash diet of Christmas catharsis. I am going to re-watch every holiday film that has ever made me cry. If you are likewise struggling to get in the spirit of the season, I strongly recommend the following "So it's the Holidays and I Need to Cry” List.
Santa Claus (as played by the superb Edmund Gwynn) shows the true magic of Christmas when he is able to communicate with a Dutch orphan. The look on the little girl’s face and then her adoptive mother’s face...Let’s simplify this equation:
Holocaust survivor + Santa Clause = How am I even typing this I’m crying so hard
Cary Grant plays an angel, sent from heaven, to help a bishop (David Niven) realize that instead of building a big, ol’ honking cathedral, he should just focus on the people in his life. Loretta Young plays the, you guessed it, bishop’s wife. In this scene, angel and wife visit the bishop’s old parish to watch a performance by a group of intercity choir boys. I love how Cary-angel knows everyone’s names, directs musical traffic, and is so gosh darn charming. The moment where the boys rise angelically- cue the musically timed tears.
"What do you do with a general, when he stops being a general?" I love this movie. I have loved White Christmas forever. I love the singing, the dancing, the costumes, Bing Crosby's ears, and Danny Kaye's infectious giggle, but most of all I love Dean Jagger's portrayal of General Waverly. Without him, this movie just wouldn't work. He is the heart of the film. Make sure to also watch the ending scene which parallels this one. You will cry.
It's no secret that I love everything having to do with the Muppets and Michael Caine (aka the best Ebenezer Scrooge ever). But, this next film is more than just muppetry or men with British accents. Jim Henson (the creator of the Muppets) died shortly before the movie was made and many believed, at the time, that his death also marked the end of the Muppets. Muppet Christmas Carol isn't just a beautiful tribute to Jim Henson, it is also proof that what he created would carry on. His son Brian actually directed this film and I can't help but feel that it truly is a love letter to his father.
Meet Me in St. Louis is not only one of the greatest Christmas movies ever made, it is also one of the greatest movies ever made- period! In this scene, Esther Smith (Judy Garland) is explaining to her younger sister Tootie (Margaret O'Brien) that although they have to move they will still be together. Recognize the song? This film also debuted the song "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas." Originally, the lyrics were so depressing that Garland refused to sing them to sweet little Margaret O'Brien. Words were changed and now here we have one of the sweetest scenes ever captured on film.
One of my biggest pet peeves is when people say that they hate a movie that they've never really seen. There are so many people who make fun of this film for being corny, sappy, and yes even schmaltzy. But, this film is nothing short of miraculous in my eyes. It was not a big hit upon its initial release. People went into theaters expecting slapstick and what they got was a man contemplating suicide. This movie is funny and sad, silly and serious, because guess what- that's what life is actually like. The final scene where George Bailey (Jimmy Stewart) decides he wants to live and then that bell rings...all I can say is happy Catharsis Christmas everyone!