It’s time again for a Christmas movie marathon.
Love, Actually
Die Hard
Last Christmas
Love, Actually is by no means perfect, but I really appreciate the depictions of love that aren’t romantic. I think some people don’t understand Laura Linney’s storyline but I have always got it and appreciate it so much more at this stage in my life. I believe in many societies and cultures, romantic love is placed above all kinds of other love, but why is a relationship to a lover more important than mine to my grandparents? Why is romance prized so much when my grandparents have supported me and cared for me and loved me throughout all my life. Nana fed me for years, and now I feed her, today even spoon feeding her dinner when she struggled on her own. Her memory was going back and forth. She told me to leave out the meat in her spoonfuls and minutes later she asked for more meat. It’s patience and understanding and love, something the movie actually gets right. Laura Linney gives up a night of passion with the incredibly hot Rodrigo Santoro and, to be honest, I always knew I would do the same. If I can’t be there for the ones who loved me first, I don’t want to abandon them for someone who just doesn’t get it.
A friend of mine sent me a meme that said if you watch Love, Actually then Die Hard, you'll see Alan Rickman be punished for what he did to Emma Thompson. I’m glad to watch this way.
Last year, I did a full menu. Lobsters for Love, Actually! Nakatomi Punch for Die Hard! Yugoslavian Christmas Cookies for Last Christmas! This year I only did the cookies because I wanted to get rid of the half bag of walnuts I had left over from making last year’s cookies. The bag is empty and I feel satisfied. The cookies are fine too just messy. Crumbs. But I feel accomplished making the meringue.
No lavish dinner tonight. We’re doing drinks for Love, Actually, sushi for Die Hard, and cookies for Last Christmas. Still fun. And don’t snooze on Last Christmas. It’s written by and costarring Emma Thompson thus completing my Emma Thompson-Alan Rickman Christmas Movie Marathon. I think the bad reviews were wrong. It’s charming, heartfelt, and got the music of George Michael. What more do you need? Henry Golding? Check. Problematic heroine who learns to find her place in the world? You bet. A posthumous George Michael end credits song? And it’s a bop.
But this year, all I want for Christmas is some inner peace. Which I’m finding in therapy. May we all be blessed with such resources in the new year and beyond.
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