I've been a bit under the weather this weekend. It seems that, no matter how old I get, I still want my mom when I'm feeling crummy. Unfortunately for me, she is several states away, but I got my comfort from another favorite--Gone With the Wind.
It has been my favorite movie for as long as I can remember. Since it is nearly four hours in length, I don't often get an opportunity to watch it and probably haven't in over a decade. Last night, I made it to Intermission, and I think I'll be finishing it tonight. Somehow, it was made weirdly better by the fact that I only own GWTW on VHS, so had to watch it swaddled in a quilt in the basement playroom, with the old TV and VCR. Since I haven't developed a favorite that bears repeat viewing since my school years, VHS felt just right for this one.
I suppose adulthood doesn't lend itself to lounging around repeatedly watching the same movies over and over; at least mine doesn't. In high school, we watched The Breakfast Club and St. Elmo's Fire. College was when the obsessive repeat viewing went into high gear, and the hours "wasted" on Bull Durham, Pretty Woman, Overboard, and When Harry Met Sally are too many to count (and too embarrassing to share, if I could). I'm fairly certain I could sit down and do nearly the full dialogue of those movies from beginning to end, as could my college roommates.
Many of these favorites (GWTW) qualify as excellent film. Others (St. Elmo's Fire) do not. Somehow, it doesn't matter. There is something comforting in knowing every scene, every quotable bit of dialogue, and putting yourself back in the time and place when you first began to memorize every word.
If I'm feeling up to it, I really should tidy the house this evening. It's in pretty rough shape since I've been sleeping most of the last couple days. Odd are, however, I'll be back at Tara this evening, because as Scarlett says, "Tomorrow is another day."