I haven’t done one of these in a while (again); blame it on the Cybils. I’ve hardly watched any movies for a while. But, last weekend, one of my favorite movies of all time (I know: I’m not especially picky) came up on my Netflix queue, and I figured I’d write about it, even if though it’s not based on a book.
And I find that both amazing and wonderfully life-affirming.
I’m not sure exactly why, except that I love the idea of our lives being stories. I love that, while there may (or may not, depending on your beliefs) be an ultimate narrator and writer to our lives, that we have the opportunity to change the story, to convince that person otherwise. I love how each of our stories intersect with one another, and — this has been a theme with me, personally for a while now — how they affect each other for good or ill.
Throw all that in a movie that makes me think, makes me smile, and makes me want to go out and live, and you’ve got a perfect little movie.
Verdict: if you haven’t seen it, you really should.