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Tonight I was flipping through the channels in a search for something to amuse my child, and instead I found something to amuse myself. I found Sabrina, the 90's version with Harrison Ford, Greg Kinnear, and Julia Ormond.
First of all, a quick note is in order: I love old films. At the same time, I'm not married to the original versions typically, no matter how wonderful they were. I can enjoy a good remake nearly as much as the original, for entirely different reasons. It's like seeing a play with different actors; the play is good regardless of how good the actor is as well.
But back on topic. I realized while I was watching how jealous I was of the main character; not because she ended up with the rich guy, or was beautiful, or had really great clothes, but because she got to live in Paris. Really live there, unfettered by any serious responsibilities. The film makers also adored Paris, as is apparent from the loving care they give every shot set there. All of Paris may not look that wonderful, but that film could almost convince you otherwise.
I have never been out of the US. I haven't even visited half the states here. Columbus, Ohio is as far east as I've been, and that only for a weekend where most of what I saw was the convention center. I did a whirlwind tour of San Francisco and Marin County once, and I've sat for a 20 minute layover in LAX. But when I was younger, oh how I dreamed... I would have given up important things to be an exchange student; to study abroad; to travel at length in a land that was utterly not my own. But then I fell in love and married and worked and did many other worthwhile things, and now I have children of my own. Someday I would still like to travel, and the way is not barred to me yet. But many expenses and responsibilities lie between myself and my yearnings, and so it seems that it will wait a while yet--possibly as many as five years, possibly more.
But watching the movie... it brought it all back to me. And so someday, perhaps I'll find a way to visit people in lands not my own, and by doing so find homes in places I've never dreamed. And until then, if someone cares to send me any of Julia Ormond's clothing from that movie (in my size, naturally), I'd be more than happy to keep myself satisfied with that... for now. :)
First of all, a quick note is in order: I love old films. At the same time, I'm not married to the original versions typically, no matter how wonderful they were. I can enjoy a good remake nearly as much as the original, for entirely different reasons. It's like seeing a play with different actors; the play is good regardless of how good the actor is as well.
But back on topic. I realized while I was watching how jealous I was of the main character; not because she ended up with the rich guy, or was beautiful, or had really great clothes, but because she got to live in Paris. Really live there, unfettered by any serious responsibilities. The film makers also adored Paris, as is apparent from the loving care they give every shot set there. All of Paris may not look that wonderful, but that film could almost convince you otherwise.
I have never been out of the US. I haven't even visited half the states here. Columbus, Ohio is as far east as I've been, and that only for a weekend where most of what I saw was the convention center. I did a whirlwind tour of San Francisco and Marin County once, and I've sat for a 20 minute layover in LAX. But when I was younger, oh how I dreamed... I would have given up important things to be an exchange student; to study abroad; to travel at length in a land that was utterly not my own. But then I fell in love and married and worked and did many other worthwhile things, and now I have children of my own. Someday I would still like to travel, and the way is not barred to me yet. But many expenses and responsibilities lie between myself and my yearnings, and so it seems that it will wait a while yet--possibly as many as five years, possibly more.
But watching the movie... it brought it all back to me. And so someday, perhaps I'll find a way to visit people in lands not my own, and by doing so find homes in places I've never dreamed. And until then, if someone cares to send me any of Julia Ormond's clothing from that movie (in my size, naturally), I'd be more than happy to keep myself satisfied with that... for now. :)
