I walked into the house this afternoon just as Westley was declaring to Buttercup in the Fire Swamp that he did not believe The Rodents Of Unusual Size exist. While Tell and Atira continued to watchThe Princess Bride, I was unable to stem the flow of the scene's dialogue as it rolled off my tongue almost word for word. I almost instantly missed Beth Boyden sitting beside me as we recited the characters' lines in unison. Our high school years clearly involved far too much time watching this film. Between the two us we could recite nearly every scene. It was time well wasted.
Unable to stop blurting out the script, I had to remove myself from the living room to allow the kids to watch their movie in peace.
After I left I began thinking how some movies are singularly imprinted with certain people or events in our life.
The Man From Snowy River: in my childhood home, the moment I decided I was going to go to Australia someday
Pee-Wee's Big Adventure:
many New Year's Eves in Eastport
Star Wars: housesitting for the Redlons and finally being able to watch it a decade after its release
Dances With Wolves: only slightly shocked with Mishe as EDC commented on the quality of Kevin Costner's bare backside
The Scarlet Pimpernel: thanks to Amy Shields, a perfect Saturday afternoon spent with my WOL Aussie mob in Wiseman's Ferry. The love of the movie lingers on
Aladdin: in Australia laughing with Jim and our generous friend, Cindy Kruss, whom we will not see again this side of heaven
The Hobbit: getting through 2/3 of the 3-D flick with Jim, Deb and Don before realizing that my glasses were missing a lens. That last third was SO much better!
So many movies, in so many situations with so many people...What causes certain memories to be cemented and others forgotten? Memory is an interesting thing. I'm thankful for it.
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