I tried to steal the photo from FaceBook. Fail. But today is the day that Doc takes Marty back to the future. June 27, 2012. I posted a screen shot of it on Husband’s wall. It made me strangely happy.
It’s Kid 3′s birthday. She’s eleven. And adorable. And has great hair. We saw Brave and went out to lunch at Los Hermanos with the Penns. Penns were delightful. Los H was delicious. Brave was interesting. Quite. From the back to the front, it had more women’s names in the end credits than any other Pixar movie ever (this is just my completely unscientific opinion, but I bet I’m right). It was the story of a girl and her mother. Not that I’m going all feminish or anything, but have you ever actually counted crucial female characters in a Pixar movie? It’s a boys’ club over there. They do brilliant work in that boys’ club. I’m not denying that, not at all. But the plots and characters are not generally very feminine. This was. Interestingly so. It was quieter than the usual, and also more frightening. A little girl (5? 4?) on our row had to be taken out of the auditorium for a few minutes. (She came back.) There were times I thought I was looking at a real bear. Very sophisticated animation. I know. I’m not telling you anything. I think I need to see it again. But my overall impression is this: Change what you can change (YOURSELF), and listen more than you speak. Good themes, if those are even themes. Who knows. Theme always sort of escapes me. I’m more of a sound-byte kind of girl.
Speaking of sound bytes, Nora Ephron died yesterday. I was sad in a way I am not usually sad about the death of strangers, but have become increasingly likely to be. (Maurice Sendak, I’m thinking of you.) Nora has brought me many, many hours of movie happiness. And book giggles. I don’t harbor any delusions that she would have wanted to be my friend, but I find her fascinating and a little foreign. Exotic in an American kind of way.
Some favorite Nora-written lines:
“Your destiny can be your doom. Look at me and Rick.”
“The Godfather is like the I Ching.”
“She hates me. Julia Child hates me.”
“You don’t want to be in love. You want to be in love in a movie.”
“Don’t cry, Shopgirl.”
“It’s easier to be killed by a terrorist than to be married after forty.”
“Bouquets of freshly sharpened pencils.”
“I’m very rich. I bought Intel at six.”
“I’m going to get out of bed every morning and breathe in and out all day long. And someday, I won’t have to think so hard about getting out of bed and breathing in and out all day long.”