Have you ever just fallen head first into a movie?
I have seen Shakespeare in Love a million times, but I watched it this afternoon, when I should have been napping, and for 2 hours, I did not exist. I was in heaven, in bejewelled corsets, in the 16th century, in a fabulous country manor, in love with William Shakespeare, who wrote me sonnets and immortalized me in plays.
I want to run around the house reciting poetry, wearing every costume from that movie all at once.
I forgot how wonderful this movie is. I forgot that when we saw it in college, Jesse and I would open the windows of her dorn and scream onto campus, "Anon, good nurse! Anon!" I forgot how it made me convinced I'd fall madly in love one day, and probably with Joseph Finnes. I forgot, that at the time, I was so obsessed with that film, Katherine made me a New Year's Eve date, in the form of a stick, with Joseph Finnes face attached. In fact, I think I still have it around here somewhere.
At the end, of course, I cried. I forgot that I always cry at the same line. I know it's coming. And still, I lose it every time. They know, madly in love as they are, they'll never see each other again. And they must say goodbye in 3 minutes; 3 minutes of cinema that breaks my heart.
Isn't it amazing? Aren't films the most incredble things? God, I love movies so much, I can barely stand it.