Saturday, November 24, 2007

"I shall never grow up...

...make believe is much too fun--can we go far away to the humming meadow?" Brightly Wound by Eisley.

Today I saw a movie--surprise, surprise--and it was excellent. This was Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium, about a magical toy store (with a 200+ year old owner, played by Dustin Hoffman and an assistant, Molly, played by Natalie Portman). As I told a friend the other day, I don't want to grow up. I have very little desire to move on to the bigger, more "real" things in life. This movie definitely fed that part, the childish side, of me.

It made me want to make paper-airplanes, to drink cherry 7-up, to fly kites, lie in the grass and watch the leaves fall and clouds go by, to sit on mom's lap and let her rock me in her rocking chair. It was lovely.

I shan't give away the movie--no spoilers here. I won't even rave about it for very long. There are a few things that I want to draw your attention to, however.

First, the four main characters are Mr. Edward Magorium, Avid Shoe-Wearer, played by Dustin Hoffman; Molly Mahony, the Composer, played by Natalie Portman; Eric Applebaum, the Hat Collector, played by Zach Mills; and Henry Weston, the Mutant, played by Jason Bateman. It was fascinating to me to see how they dressed. The little boy, Eric, and Molly and Mr. Magorium all wore bright, bright clothes, with candy stripes and polkadots, and the kinds of things that kids see as so beautiful, like velvet and brocade in bright, sparkly colors. Meanwhile, the Mutant (actually an accountant--and did I mention I work in an accounting office?) always wears the same faded colors of gray--grayish black suits, with grayish pale ties and grayish pale shirts. He always looked very nice, but just like a hold of dullness in the bright, colorful world that was Mr. Magorium's Magic Emporium.

Now, I have made a little agreement with myself. I'm only buying clothes that are black, white, and gray until I graduate. It's sort of just to keep me focused, but also because that way I'll get lots of nice, basic stuff, and as soon as I graduate, I can start adding the colorful pieces. That movie seriously made me reconsider--but it's not too long now, so I think I'll stick it out. And after all, I am only sworn to primarily black and white and gray. I can still buy colorful scarves and stuff... and of course all the colorful things I already own...

Looking at the Mutant, (which they insist on calling the accountant throughout the movie--Mr. Magorium has some explanation as to why, but I'm going to let you watch it for yourself to understand that part) he sees his shortcomings very clearly. He acknowledges within the first thirty seconds of being on screen that children never like him, and later he tells Eric that he doesn't have time to play, because he's working. Eric asks if he can play when he stops working. The Mutant replies, "I never stop working." Oh, and Eric's face is a picture. You can tell, that he sees that as the most tragic thing he has ever come in contact with. I feel his pain.

Finally, the sock monkey. There is a sock monkey in the store, that does precisely what I always feel stuffed animals do. He chooses who he wants to be adopted by, and he reaches out to him--in this case, it's The Mutant--and then when he is ignored, or rejected, or whatever, his little face falls like only a stuffed animal's face can. I swear, that happens to me Every Time! I have so many stuffed animals (still!) because I couldn't bear to see their little faces fall when I walked away. Sometimes I feel positively manipulated, but I know it's just in their nature, it isn't malicious.

Many of you are shaking your heads and rolling your eyes at this, saying, "Geez, she has seen WAY too many movies, and she definitely read The Velveteen Rabbit a few too many times. Guilty as charged. And I will add to the list--Toy Story, The Toy Who Saved Christmas, Corduroy Bear... oh, the list could go on and on. Besides, if you saw my would see where my priorities lie. Dolls, teddy bears, decks of cards, paints, a keyboard, storybooks, movies...many things with which to waste precious time. And I don't regret it for a second.

Isn't it ironic?

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