Scene From Movie Dr. Zhivago with Julie Christie and Omar Sharif
Communities, Online Convenience, and Old Movies
I’m late in posting this today because I have spent so much time reading other people’s blogs . . .
1. The blogging community of which I have become a part. I really enjoy dropping in everyday on about 7 or 8 blogs that I read every day. They are all different but similar. I think that one is in Australia, two are in the U.K., one is in Alaska, and the rest are in various other states. One person is a school teacher, one is a college professor, two people write poetry, one is a published author, one is in a type of social services position, and I am quite close with her. It’s just amazing the kinds of exchanges that I have with these people, and how supportive they can be.
2. My Kenneth Cole black wallet. The one that was stolen before Christmas with the Christmas money in it is being replaced soon as a late birthday present from Corey. I found an exact match on line for less than I paid for it the first time. I know that I should probably move on and find something else, but I really loved that wallet; it had lots of compartments, and it held up really well. After all, if you buy real Kenneth Cole leather, it really does last a long time because it’s made very well.
3. Being able to to things on line that I used to have to stand in line for, such as renewing my driver’s license. How cool is that? Five minutes on the DMV website versus waiting who knows how long at a DMV in person . . . I’ll take the website any day.
4. Music boxes. I have always loved music boxes or music balls since I was a little girl. My big jewelry box that my mother got me years ago plays Lara’s theme from Dr. Zhivago. I saw that movie with my mother when I was a young girl, and I absolutely loved it. I read the book by Boris Pasternak much later; the book was different from the movie, and I think that it was one of the few times that I preferred the movie to the book, probably because of the cinematography and Omar Sharif, my first movie crush. So I suppose this entry is a two for: music boxes and a favorite old movie.
5. Nabokov’s book Lolita. I read this in college as an undergrad and then again in grad school. When I read it, I kept thinking about Sue Lyon in red, heart-shaped glasses. I like the book better than the movie. Imagine being named Lolita and having people ask you if you were named for the character. I would tell people that Lolita is a family name, which it is. My father’s sister was named Esterlita. Lita is a common suffix to Spanish/Filipino names for females: Carmelita, Lolita, Analita. I did not know until years later that Lolita has been perverted into a term for a certain type of pornography. I could have lived my entire life without knowing that.
Romance Can Be Subjective, Collective, and Wholly Impulsive
Most romantic scenes in movies (just my opinion, of course)
The English Patient: When Katherine and Almaszy are caught in the sandstorm in the desert, and he begins to tell her of the different kinds of sandstorms. It is an incredibly intimate moment, one that you know will lead to others to come.
Legends of the Fall: When Tristan (Brad Pitt) and Susanna (Julia Ormond) are making love for the first time.
Tristan+Isolde: The scenes between the two young lovers in the hut on the beach in Ireland before they know each other’s true identity.
The Red Violin: Although this scene may not seem romantic in the traditional sense, the maker of the violin takes the blood of his newly dead wife and child and mixes it with varnish to finish his perfect violin, thereby forever sealing them into a thing of outstanding beauty.
Philadelphia: The scene in which Tom Hanks’s character, Andrew Becket, and his lover, Miguel, played by Antonio Banderas, are dancing together, in fact, any scene in which the two men are together is touching for its realistic depiction of a relationship in which one person is dying and the other person doesn’t know how to deal with it.
A Walk in the Clouds: The scene in which everyone is battling the vineyard fire, and Paul, played by Keanu Reeves, and Victoria, played by Aitana Sánchez-Gijón are wearing the wings. The scene is made surreal because of the smoke and the backdrop of the fire, but it is lovely.
Age of Innocence: Newland Archer (Daniel Day-Lewis) cannot consumate his affair with the Countess Ellen Olenska (Michelle Pfeiffer), so he unbottons her glove and kisses her wrist, one of the most passionate kisses in film history.
Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves: The scene in which Marian (Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio) is moving away from Robin across the lake into the mist.
City of Angels: Toss up between the pear scene between Maggie and Seth, and the scene in which Maggie is riding her bike with her arms flung out and her eyes closed in pure bliss. I know that what happens next is horrible, but for that one monent you know that she is filled with complete happiness.
A Room With A View: The kiss in the field between Lucy (Helena Bonham Carter) and George Emerson (Julian Sands) is set beautifully.
Brokeback Mountain: The tenderness between the two men is laid bare after Jack dies and Ennis goes to visit his parents. In Jack’s room, Ennis find their two old shirts from Brokeback mountain hanging together. Ennis breathes in deeply and then silently begins to weep the loss of his one true love.
Atonement: The scene in which Cecelia strips down to go into the fountain to find the pieces of the vase. Her complete lack of discomfort in doing so in front of Robbie shows that there is already something very deep between them, something that will only take a slight movement on the part of either one to make the relationship move to its logical next level. Briony’s interference ruins so many lives that night, something for which she will never be able to truly atone.
Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet (1996): When the two young lovers (Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes) spend their wedding night together and awaken full of joy. Shakespeare’s lines have never sounded so alive as when they were uttered in this film version.
Braveheart: The whole film post Murron MacClannough’s murder is William Wallace’s search for vengeance and atonement for his beloved’s death.
The Notebook: The scene in the rowboat when it begins to rain and Allie and Noah realize that they have been apart for no reason. This only scene in the movie that is more painful and heart-wrenching to wach is the final scene in which the nurse finds the elderly Noah and Allie in bed together for their last, final embrace.
If you haven’t already seen all fifteen movies on this list, and you like a good, cathartic cry every once in a while, then I recommend any of them for an afternoon at the movies. I’m not a romantic comedy kind of person. I either like intense romance or spy/action thrillers. I did not include on my list some of my older favorites, such as The Way We Were, Casablanca, Dr. Zhivago, Wuthering Heights, The Great Gatsby, The French Lieutenant’s Woman, Out of Africa, Sense and Sensibility, Witness, and The Princess Bride.
I did not include The Princess Bride on my main list because it’s also a comedy, and that sort of negates the romance, but it’s a movie that my daughter and I have watched together a million times, and from which we can recite lines (“wuv, twoo wuv”).
I’ll admit that I have to be in the mood for one of my crying movies. The English Patient is still my all-time favorite movie for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that the movie is almost as beautiful as the book by Michael Ondaatje, which is rare indeed. A Room With a View by Merchant Ivory always makes me want to go to Italy because the background scenery is incredible. The scene in Legends of the Fall when Tristan crests the ridge with the wild horses and the music soars still gives me goosebumps.
Ralph Fiennes in Wuthering Heights is so dark and brooding, the antithesis of his character Almaszy in The English Patient, in which he is intese, but golden. And for once, Nicholas Cage’s hounddog eyes are perfect for the sad angel in City of Angels. His eyes look like an angel in despair, which is what he is.
Perhaps the one movie that always tears me up beyond belief is Philadelphia. Watching Tom Hanks virtually waste away on screen is so realistic, but the musical score is amazing. When I’m working on the computer and I need heartfelt music (one of my bosses called it music to slit your wrists to, but I think that’s carrying it a bit too far), I play the soundtrack; it’s very cathartic. If you’ve never heard the soundtrack, it contains Bruce Springsteen’s academy-award song, Neil Young, Peter Gabrial, Sade, Indigo Girls, and Maria Callas performing “La Mamma Morta.”
Call me a hopeless romantic, but “in love, there are no boundaries.” I still believe in one true love. I still believe in great love stories. I still cry when love is doomed to fail. I still yearn for the underdog to win. I still want love to conquer anything and everything and to vanquish the cold-hearted and those who would try to come between a love that is destined to be.
So yes, I am a hopeless romantic, and I am a hopeful romantic. And because I know that it’s possible and that it’s out there, I don’t want my children to settle for anything less than their true heart’s desire. I’ve seen too many bad marriages that have started out for seemingly the right reasons, but there was always something not quite right. The smiles were a little too forced. The arguments a little too often and a little too petty. One person definitely dominated the other. Things begin to show through the cracks very soon after the wedding, and the cracks only grew larger.
So I don’t want them to settle. I want them to search until they feel that little flip in their stomachs, the one that doesn’t go away after a few weeks or months and has nothing to do with sex. I want them to feel real romance.
And so ends this compilation of my favorite romantic movies. More later. Peace.