Friday, September 02, 2005

Next stop Movieland

"I never knew you were such a hopeless romantic."
I almost choked at the statement.
"Well, erm; there is always a beginning somewhere on knowing something..." (though I was not sure whether it was a compliment or a good dose of sarcasm)

"I never knew that you... (oh, there it goes again!) Perhaps, it is time to expose the hidden skeletons in my closet, so to speak. I have a rather non-conforming liking towards movies, music and well, maybe books.

Why do I say "non-conforming"? Because no one alse really likes them, or not that I know of anyone who does. The contemporary description to this psychological tendency would be 'weird'.

And I must give credit to this-

Next Stop Wonderland tells the story of Erin Castleton going through the so-called "most difficult time of her life."- she was reaching 30, dumped by her lived-in boyfriend and worked in the most mundane conditions of nursing in a Boston hospital. Her nosy mother, decided to put a foot between the door, by placing a personal advertisement on her in a local newspaper- and unleashed hilarious havoc on her daughter's behalf.

The beauty of the story is at its beginning, its end and everything in between. Its beginning, because it tells the story of a woman who is either a 'me' or a "someone that I know of" (though it is a 'me', in reality) The end, because it is actually the beginning of a love story being unfolded-the two would-be lovers never quite met each other until the movie was about to end; and it was not through the personal-ads scheme her mother had used. And a profound ending calls for an even more more profounding 'everything in between'. So, if one enjoys watching the over-rated Sliding Doors and its dwelling in the mysteries of finding one another, then this under-rated movie of the same concept, but with more worthy thoughts to ponder upon as a complementary to our visual-pleasure; is certainly a Hollywood gem.

Why bother to stress myself out with going through such a seemingly 'difficult' movie? Simply the wit and profundity in its lines-

"The mystery is not how two people meet, but what keeps two people together after they meet"- Erin's nurse friend, on finding Mr/Ms. Right

"With men, there's always a choice; just a weak selection."- Erin's nosy mum, on finding a man (any man) for her daughter.

"So, what attracted you to nursing?" Erin: "Other people's pain."- Erin, on being a nurse whose shift lasts the night.

"When a woman sits alone by the bench to read, there will always be a man who would go to her thinking that she needs company, and if she rejects him; he will think, "What is wrong with her, as though a woman must not be alone and be happy at the same time?" Why can't a woman be alone- to read, to sit on a bench, to contemplate on something beautiful?"- Erin, on being alone and happy.

"Why did you put an ad on yourself if you were not interested in meeting people? Erin: "My mom put it." "Oh yea? Why don't you give me her number?"- A would-be suitor irritated by Erin's disinterest in her mother's scheme.

"Never close an opened book without reading what it says."- Erin's patient, when she was picking up a book on the floor. (A habit which I have picked up ever since)

"A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines." - Ralph Waldo Emerson, as quoted by Erin's would-be love interest, 2 minutes before the movie ended.

Providing the backdrop of the movie would be a modest-looking Boston, really good classical brazillian music, brilliantly nosey mums and brilliantly pathetic-looking supporting cast to otherwise, an independent movie standing among other romantic giants of Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks; with only its wit, dry humour and profound lines.

Trust me, it stands tall.


Blogger jacksons said...

"A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines." - Philosophers with little minds?

12:16 PM  
Blogger tehtarik said...

Haha, contradiction here? I read that philosophers who were insistent in defending a certain idea for the sake of 'consistency' is what we call a 'foolish consistency'. Something like a "I like spaghetti but hates macaroni; should I therefore,make myself like macaroni simply because they are all pasta?" dilemma.

The actor merely quoted it as "A foolish consistency is the hobglobin of little minds" as opposed to "Consistency is the hobglobin of little minds", by the way.

How do we reconcile "defending what we honestly believe to be true" with "unfoolish consistency"?

12:31 PM  
Anonymous Johnny said...

this is an unrelated comment. just wanna say i enjoy reading ur blog, one of the very few that i do read.
keep it up, u should. :)

3:28 PM  
Blogger The Hedonese said...

:) I like romantic comedies... old favs like My Best Friend's Wedding, You've got mail (ok ar)..

Sproul quoted that phrase in one of his books... It went something like 'consistency is the hobgloblin of small minds'.

While being consistent is a virtue, I think bohtea captured the sense which I'd use it. Dun worry too much if there are some loose ends untied... in faith, as in everything else...

11:05 AM  
Blogger jacksons said...

I saw a great old romantic comedy on Astro a few weeks back called Alex & Emma ( - now normally I hate romantic stories, but this one was really good. The story line was corny, but it captured a reality that is very poignant to me as a Christian man. The lead character had to make a choice between the iconic sex kitten woman-of-every-man’s-fantasy (what Proverbs calls the Harlot) or the plain jane who will be faithful and a soul mate. He choose well, and I think it portrayed well how we men must grow up and leave Hugh Hefner behind for the reality of commitment and all that is beautiful in marriage.

3:51 PM  
Blogger tehtarik said...

"...iconic sex kitten woman-of-every-man’s-fantasy" - now I really know where I am losing at, keke.

I can count with one hand the number of romantic comedies I enjoy watching. (Not so hopeless after all)
Most romantic comedies don't stray from the cliche, yet never- unworkable- recipe in their plots anyway. But, it is interesting how the dialogue (the everything-in-betweens)between the actors seem to act like fresh paint to an endearing old cottage everytime.

Anyway, if the idea of watching a romantic comedy on a rainy Saturday afternoon with your spouse can make you go, "Ahh, love is... and start breaking into a well-meant but lousy song or poem, so be it.:)

The truth about Cats and Dogs also plays with the similar idea of gorgeous blond-versus-plain-jane-with-guy-torn-in-between, though in a more good-natured way.

Happy watching/ sleeping /wiping tears of laughter over romantic comedies.

4:59 PM  
Blogger Melalyn Ng said...

Hey ya!

Tehtarik? inclination whatsoever hehehe...Hosanna? Just a wild guess :) And pretty interesting blog you have here!

I'll come back for more!

6:22 PM  
Blogger jacksons said...

hmm,why is it that when a pretty girl blogs (even about nothing really) she gets so many comments?

1:42 PM  
Blogger jacksons said...

Dear Niece,

I see your musing over the romantic silliness of these disgusting creatures the Enemy calls the pinnacle of His creation. Now, in these times, we have successfully numbed them to all passions that lead them to the enemy, the passion for truth, justice, patriotism, the well being of their fellow man – yes we have with the aide of technology and wealth made them more interested in obtaining the latest model of the popular handphones, than these ancient pursuits that got many of their ancestors on the road to the Enemy.

Yes, isolated and safe are the fools of this generation from the passions that the Enemy has endowed them with that were designed to lead them back to Him, and where we cant quench the fires – we replace them with imitation flames that consume the bush and never produced such a light as the Enemies’ never consumed burning bush. But thus, we have discovered that we cant altogether quench the genuine God given passions (yes, dreadful word isn’t it) – so we had to allow an outlet here and there, and in the West, we have allowed it in the form it takes in the relationships and romance between a man and a woman. Thus these disgusting amphibious halflings make great celebration of the purity and passion of the desire and enterprise of a man to seek and woo the woman of his fancy.

You may at this point ask (that is, if you are as intelligent as I suspect) – “don’t we run the risk of loosing them to the enemy?”, to this I will say “yes”. But you see in our genius we took a precaution, we so polluted the race – where the men are bombarded daily with sexuality and images of promiscuity so that they take to their marriage bed (when they aren’t of strange illicit beds) the doctrines of Hugh Hefner rather than the Song of Solomon and the women are so busy either bartering sexuality for dominion or simply using force to wear the pants that it does not matter what great show and celebration they make of the enemies design of romance between them, when the curtains come down and the show is over they are so far from the enemies design in their gender identity, roles and in the way they relate to each other that they will soon work to their own individual and corporate destruction. It’s like the drama a couple that have been cohabiting and indulging in premarital sex have to put up for their wedding day – grand splendour to cover up the fact there really is nothing special about this step in their life accept maybe a financial merger, in the past, the couples who waited for the honeymoon to have sex, had that consummation of their love (I know this is disgusting, but it’s the Enemies design) to look forward to. Should these new fornicating “Christians” ever be a picture of Christ and His church, then there really would be no eschatological consummation to expect, would there?

We even have some of them now attempting to redefine marriage to include homosexuality – and soon everything else will follow from polygyny to polyandry, and one day we will see a man fight for his right to marry his Canary. And all this, while they keep watching movies about the passion and purity of the attraction between a man and a woman, as their Maker designed to give them a hint and clue of the grander reality of His love, passion and continuous enterprise for the assembly of His elected ones.

Your devilish Uncle

9:45 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

My be-hated Uncle Gallbladder,
What wise words you have! Frankly speaking, it boils my goo-ey blood to see the halflings' pursuit of so-called 'holiness' in their 'romantic liason'. I would very much like to put perversion into the minds of these fools, though I must say, Uncle; you are far more an expert than I am. I just cannot stand the sight of a blooming romance of "passion and purity"; my feet itches to crush them whenever they are at sight. Let them drown in their own promiscuity and twist their understanding of "Love conquers all!" What luck we have that these halflings are easily influenced into the perversion of love by their idiot boxes. We must jump into the bandwagon of burning DVDs to further convince them of a 'love', away from what their Maker had originally intended for them- a fine suggestion to keep up with the technology today, Uncle-if you didn't know that we are living in the 21st century...

Your aspiring-to-be-just-as-devillish-niece

11:10 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

*scratching my head*


Albert Schweitzer

2:22 AM  
Blogger enn@j said...

hi there,

been a while since my last visit

Sure will check this movie out, thanks for the recommendation =)

6:45 PM  

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