We have a “tradition” in our family of going to the theatre to see a movie on New Year’s Day (there’s some disagreement over whether the tradition is actually New Year’s Eve, or the following day, but that’s another story).
Yesterday, we struggled with which movie to see, since we’d had our hearts set on the latest James Bond flik, only to discover it’s already left town. We settled on The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, mainly because Seven Pounds has been getting tepid reviews.
I’m not one for fantasy movies — I like stories that are somewhat plausible, so I didn’t go in with an entirely positive attitude. Since it now costs about 50 bucks for three people to go to the movies (by the time you shell out for popcorn, Twizzlers and a gimungous drink), I want my money’s worth.
I, we, got it out of Benjamin Button. Brad Pitt and Cate Blanchett are superb in this new twist on the star-crossed lovers story. Pitt, as Button, is born old, and becomes younger as time passes. He and Blanchett pass each other in age as she rises to be a top ballerina, then succumbs to the ravages of injury and time.
This F. Scott Fitzgerald short story, as adapted for the screen, is powerful, captivating, touching. At times it’s very funny, at others, heart-wrenchingly sad. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and absolutely recommend it.
Admittedly, I struggle with whatever deeper meaning it no doubt has. Probably, there are profound messages there about life, ageism, accepting who we are and what we are, about the intertwining of souls, and all that.
Many years ago, James Taylor sang about the secret of life being “enjoying the passing of time.” Enjoying a good movie once in awhile is a pleasant way to enjoy the passing of a single evening.