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This trailer for every romantic comedy ever is everything I ever wanted in every trailer for every romantic comedy ever!
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My (and every other girl’s) morning pep talk!
I HAVE WAITED SO LONG FOR THIS GIF. NO GIF HAS EVER MEANT MORE TO ME THAN THIS GIF, THIS GIIIIIF—UNSTOPPABLE.
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Bold Realization!: St. Elmo’s Fire
“Jules, y’know, honey… this isn’t real. You know what it is? It’s St. Elmo’s Fire. Electric flashes of light that appear in dark skies out of nowhere. Sailors would guide entire journeys by it, but the joke was on them… there was no fire. There wasn’t even a St. Elmo. They made it up. They made it up because they thought they needed it to keep them going when times got tough, just like you’re making up all of this. We’re all going through this. It’s our time at the edge.”
I was in high school, I think, when I watched St. Elmo’s Fire. Or maybe early college. But somewhere in the range of 15 to 20, because that was the period in which my best high school friends and I met regularly to watch and make fun of movies. And St. Elmo’s Fire, which is a Brat Pack movie about recent college graduates, was perfect for that. Like, why is Demi Moore’s character trying to bury her step mother in a cat costume? The fun that could be made of St. Elmo’s Fire! And that’s what we did. I did. I made fun of the movie and didn’t think of it much again.
But I did this weekend. I just finished reading Tiny Beautiful Things, a collection of advice columns originally published for The Rumpus, which is this literary-ish website that I sometimes read. Anyway. I will blog more about the book later. The book is not the point. The point is that the book, and the advice given in it, made me think once more about St. Elmo’s Fire, of all things. And it did so for this reason:
The above quote is said by one incredibly screwed up character to another after the latter lists all of the things that are wrong in her life. All of her problems. And this is the response. And it is so perfect, I think. Because no, Demi Moore’s character, these aren’t problems. These are things that you are clinging to because it makes you feel better, in some strange, painful way.
And that’s what I do. That’s what I do all the time. I was going to detail examples of proof that this is what I do, but instead I will just say that you need to believe me when I say that I am almost 23 and lacking in perspective and that I have been following St. Elmo’s Fire.
But the truth is that my problems aren’t problems. Not in the grand scheme of things. Not even to me.
And none of this means that I don’t get to be sad or mad (or none too glad), because I do, because everyone does. But it does mean that I’m going to get through this. We’re all going to get through this.
This is our time at the edge.
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I’ve waited to come across this for so long.
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Look, I get that it’s just a movie and that the author may be reading a bit much into it. But I love this piece. I will read it to my children and my children’s children (disclaimer: I won’t do that, but you get the idea).
Sofia Coppola, whom I love in no small part because she is a large nosed lady like myself, has a new movie coming out (based on that absurd, true time that a bunch of rich SoCal teens decided to rob celebrities). This is the best thing to happen to any of us since the soundtrack in Marie Antoinette.
I’ve already blogged, I think, about how important Sarah Polley’s work was to me growing up, and is to me even now. And about how her film Take This Waltz, which I saw with my friend Christine on what had been a particularly bad day, and which, in the same way that the cool of the theatre made the New York heat a distant memory, made me forget the bad day, all of it, and focus only on the perfectly lovely film before me. And so I will not write that again, and will just say that I am fantastically excited for her documentary, Stories We Tell.
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