categories: Cocktail Hour / Movies
I wasn’t in the mood yesterday and needed to get new glasses over in Waterville anyway, so to Railroad Square for a couple of movies, Silver Linings Playbook and Life of Pi. I live in a cave so I hadn’t heard of Silver Linings Playbook nor read a single word about it, always the best way to enter a theater. What’s more, I didn’t know who that actress was till after, when I stared at the poster outside in the rain: Jennifer Lawrence, whom I’ve written about here, for her performance in The Hunger Games. And that’s the mark of a great performance–I simply didn’t recognize her, not for one second, wondered who this unknown person might be. The kid’s got range. She pops out of nowhere to intercept a fellow jogger, several times. Her character is anti-suburban, which you know is my highest praise. People Magazine has named Bradley Cooper the sexiest man alive. But I think Jennifer Lawrence is much sexier. I didn’t recognize him, either, but that’s just creeping senility. Robert DeNiro I recognized, and was slowly won over–that is, I slowly forgot the actor and saw a character. Football, dance, mental health–wait a minute!
I cried through half the movie, maybe because so much of my own life (and maybe all of my work) has been about loving people with mental health issues. I even think they beat the stereotypes. I laughed a lot, too, often the only one in the not-crowded theater, felt like the laugh-track in a 50s sitcom, but you know, some people need permission to let it out, and here in reserved New England, I’ve taken movie laughter as my job. I loved this movie. I know, I know, all the sentences in this paragraph begin with I.
But not this one. Life of Pi was great, too, a movie that takes the trouble to completely spell out its own metaphor, sigh.
Still, I got home invigorated and ready to write.