Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Escape to Which Movie?

I was going to a date tonight with Mr. BlueJeanKnight and right as I go to open the door, the theme song from Pretty in Pink starts to play

"Caroline laughs and
It's raining all day
She loves to be one of the girls
She lives in the place
In the side of our lives

Where nothing is
Ever put straight
She turns herself round
And she smiles and she says
'This is it'

'That's the end of the joke'
And loses herself
In her dreaming and sleep
And her lovers walk
Through in their coats

Pretty in pink
Isn't she?
Pretty in pink
Isn't she?

All of her lovers
All talk of her notes
And the flowers
That they never sent
And wasn't she easy
And isn't she
Pretty in pink
The one who insists
He was first in the line
Is the last to
Remember her name
He's walking around
In this dress
That she wore
She is gone
But the joke's the same

Pretty in pink
Isn't she?
Pretty in pink
Isn't she?

Caroline talks to you
Softly sometimes
She says
'I love you' and
'Too much'

She doesn't have anything
You want to steal
Nothing you can touch
She waves
She buttons your shirt
The traffic
Is waiting outside
She hands you this coat
She gives you her clothes
These cars collide

Pretty in pink
Isn't she?
Pretty in pink
Isn't she?

...and I stop moving. Pretty in Pink is my favorite movie. I love it so much I was even given a gift a few years back of the LP Vinyl, a book and a CD of the movie. I escape to that movie constantly. It reminds me of my Best Friend, E, who took me to the movie on a date, but we soon realized we were destined to be best friends and have been ever since. But even more so it reminds me of those days. Those days in which I lived, breathed and died in the movies.

Um, a "someone" remind me of that tonight and it made me smile a bittersweet smile. Every Saturday through high school I would walk down the street, or drive once I could to the Edwards Cinema on Beach Boulevard and walk in and there was E. I would get the lowdown on which movies were playing when and start my journey into somewhere else. I would start on the first movie and dive in, immersing myself into it so much that to me I was a part of it. When the movie ended and the lights came on it almost felt like I was crossing back into my own dimensional world. I would repeat this pattern like a shampoo cycle, wash, rinse, repeat until I had seen the movies I could until 10 pm when i had to go home. the following Saturday, I would be right back there, doing it again...


Even now I find myself doing this. When I want to stop my brain from thinking in this cycle of circles, or if things are stressful for me, or if I get to the "I don't wanna think" moments, I watch a movie. If I really want to escape...

I watch Pretty in Pink.

I can relate. She didn't fit in, they didn't really like her, she was trying to find herself, she desired to fit in, and yet wanted to be true to herself. In the end he tells her the truth

"You told me you couldn't believe in
somebody who didn't believe in you.
I always believed in you.
I just didn't believe in me.
I love you.

Oh sigh...how lovely that is. Then Duckie tells her to go after him and she does and she runs out there and they kiss and she drops her pretty pink purse but doesn't care and it's all so wonderful, couldn't you just die?!?!

Yeah, I know you are laughing right now. I can hear you. The women are all swooning and then men are rolling their eyes saying oh brother. :) Ok, some of you are. the rest are relating to me. I hope. :)

My movies are my life. I beleive in love in a movie, the under dog does sometimes win, nice guys don't always finish last, and that the lessons and aspects in movies CAN and SHOULD be applied to real life. But the reality is that it doesn't always work that way. Life happens, people get hurt, nice guys do finish last and lovers don't always end up with a fairytale ending.

I will never stop escaping to my movies. I will never stop believing in them. I do however after Brave Girls beleive in Truth more. The Truth is Life is Real and Movies are not. But...

I can still keep dreaming that one day my Prince will come can't I?

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