Monday, June 25, 2012

from "Brave" to "The Circus"

Good Lord, is it hot in Arkansas. And I grew up in Florida! Ninety-eight degrees with no wind is near unbearable no matter where you are, I guess.

So this weekend we watched a lot of movies. Inside.

We caught a Brave matinee on Saturday. It was fantastic. I was moved to sobs through which I could no longer see or hear. But the scene that got me was so loud  I don't think I was a disturbance. It was a very, very powerful statement on motherhood and power struggles and fierce, fierce love.

I often get that emotional watching good movies (and reading good books, and hearing good friends' stories), but I think I may have been extra emotional since I had had a tough parenting moment on Friday when I accused Woody of trying to angle for some other kids' Popsicles when he probably wasn't (and more importantly, when he told me he wasn't). I rode my assumption too hard and too long, and had a big old apology to give later in the day when I was seeing things more clearly.

We watched most of The Outlaw Josie Wales. Luckily, Daddy Honey knows that movie so well that the potentially scarring parts were well anticipated. Later, there was some Jeremiah Jones, and because Daddy Honey was having a Western moment, about half an hour of Open Range.

But Sunday evening was my favorite. We watched the 1928 Charlie Chaplin film the Circus, every one of us in stitches. So much came up in conversation--circuses, traveling companies, the evolution of cinema technology, the treatment of single versus married women in that time period. I had never seen a Charlie Chapin film from start to finish, and I was astonished at his skill. He wrote, directed, produced, and starred in the movie, and it was brilliant. It was amazing to me, too, how timeless the humor was--84 years old!

There was a time when I would have thought about raising the boys without TV. I'm not much of a TV watcher, and I used to tend to watch when I was already bored and out-of-sorts, so it never felt like time well spent. But Daddy Honey feels differently, and it was an area I was willing to reconsider given his enjoyment of it.

I'm glad for that.