June 02, 2006
Also on the list of "oh my god, what a freaky child", I used to include Rudolph Valentino in my bedtime prayers (so there's a guy that got a pretty big boost-off of his time in purgatory). I guess not many people can say they prayed for Rudolph Valentino (and if they did, I would like to reply-WHY?), although I also prayed for Eva Marie Saint, which also plays this inconsistency game as she wasn't dead.
I haven't always been a heathen, it's more of a recent thing.
Throughout my life, there has often been a movie character that I could identify with, who I could empathize with on some level. After all, if you're a person without a baseline grabbing hold of an anchor sent over by MGM is pretty easy. Often my characters were uncomfortable. Rarely were they the heroine. Never were they the cool ones.
And my formative years were the 80's, also known as the decade of Teen Films, for which I will always thank Universal Studios for giving me the measure with which to base my personality.
For instance, I was never the one who got to be Ariel in Footloose. Thin, fabulous, with those red cowboy boots and a repressive pastor father that you just know had sexual fantasies of taking it up the ass. She was cool, she was popular, and she was willing to ride between two cars while a massive truck was headed her way because she lived life on the edge. Oh no, I would never be her, because:
A) I'd be too freaked out to play traffic chicken like that
B) I've never been that thin
C) I swear upon my love for Ranch Corn Nuts that I will never own a pair of red cowboy boots.
D) I dance like Elaine Benes from Seinfeld.
I remember that film Some Kind of Wonderful as well. Everyone wanted to be the Mary Stuart Masterson character, the one who got the zombie-looking Eric Stoltz and the diamond earrings in the end. All the girls I knew all heaved a sigh and said "I am so totally that character. I get her."
Really?
You understand someone wearing fringed gloves? Really? Who hung out while her best friend went after Lea Thompson, who you don't hold a candle to? You get that?
Sadism. Rampant in junior high, I tell you.
Andy from Goonies also passed me by. Not only did I not understand her character and her complete inability to solve world peace ("Does Bran wear braces?" Oh yeah he does, Cheerleading Wonder. Totally. He just removes them like yesterday's condom.) but she was the popular bubbly cheerleader, albeit one who strangely hung out with the unpopular, andrognyous Stef (the ever incredibly unattractive Martha Plimpton, aka "bag over that mantlepiece, woudja'?".) I'm thining I would be the Stef character, which I guess is at least some relief that I wouldn't be Chunk.
I did understand Molly Ringwald's character. No, not the cool Claire in Breakfast Club, or even the kooky Sam in Sixteen Candles. I understood the severe outcast and mild embarrassment of Andie in Pretty in Pink. People also used to tell me that I looked exactly like her when my hair was red, which used to be nice only over time Molly has turned all horsey-faced, and perhaps that's my fate as well. Cute one day, horsey-faced the next. These things happen.
I did also get Lee in Secretary. Fumbling, shy, constantly feeling inadequate, yet able to leap tall buildings while chained and wearing handcuffs. I too am constantly inadequate and bumbling, all the while the kinky stuff? Good fun.
The one I really, really understood was Charlotte in Lost in Translation, but in that film? I also understood Bob. I don't know how many times I have been a stranger in a strange land, in a marriage that sort of fits but wasn't a shrink to fit. I don't know how many times I've stared out the 20th floor of an all-glass wall of a hotel, overlooking a foreign city and wondering where the next best thing was. And the phone call Bob had, laying on the bed? Been there, done that. Connecting with someone via wire when you can't connect to them in person, you wishing you were there and them wishing that too, only it doesn't turn out well. The moral of the story being to either never go away, or never ring home if you do.
I really felt like that character, and for a long time.
The only problem is, I don't look as good in pink mesh panties.
I wish I could say I was the cool Julia Roberts in My Best Friend's Wedding, or the enigmatic Cameron Diaz in Something About Mary, or the lovely and carefree Sloane in Ferris Bueller's Day Off. But I wasn't and I'm not. That's just not how I am geared. I understand and empathize with the nerds, the dorks, the outcasts, and those who should fit their own skin, but don't. Surely I am not alone in this,
As long as I don't feel like Shrek, I guess everything is ok.
Or Carrie.
Yeah, that'd be a bad one to empathize with.
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