Looking Back
I had the pleasure of seeing a screening of Gigi last night at the Motion Picture Academy, not just any screening, but a celebration of the film's 50th anniversary and a salute to Leslie Caron, who had flown in from her home in Paris. I haven't yet quite gathered together all my thoughts and feelings about this timeless, extraordinary film and the still incandescent Ms. Caron, but as I was leaving the Academy and walking toward the parking garage with the friend who had accompanied me another audience member, also headed the same direction, turned to us and said, "wasn't that a wonderful movie." It was a simple declaration, but it encapsulated a much larger truth. Great art doesn't just unite us, it makes us need to reach out to each other to share the exultation that's in our hearts.
posted by John M Crowther @ 8:08 AM
4 Comments:
I remember American in Paris, lili, Daddy long legs, l-shaped room, glorious movies! roger
So true John. And so wonderful when that connection is made! It happened to us in London when we took three little children to an early performance of Riverdance. The professional couple in front of us were peeved to have kids sitting so close... but during the standing ovation... it was they who turned around excitedly to share their joy with the kids. People are funny.
Love the cartoon.
Thank heaven for little girls
For little girls get bigger every day!
Thank heaven for little girls
They grow up in the most delightful way!
The governor of Alaska, the junior senator from New York?
In the context of today's sensibilities, that number is viewed as just a bit creepy by some. I'm not sure that would have occured to were were it not for the fact that it was mentioned the other evening.
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