5~ If You’re A Bird…I’m A Bird…

Favorite Romantic Movie

The Notebook…

I could’ve said, “Love Jones”…because honestly, that movie rocks and one of the key lines in that movie that speak to me is, “I love you…and that’s urgent like a mothafucka!”. I mean, in the day and age of excuses upon reasons upon alibis, upon treasons for why one cannot commit…it sounds good coming out of a man’s mouth that love is about urgency…even if it’s just a line in a movie. I loved me some Darius and Nina…because they spoke to me as a couple who were both so artistic and bonded off of those passionate stanzas and camera clicks. I could’ve chosen them…

Or “Titanic” with it’s epic romance of obligatory relationships, love-at-first-sight whims, artistic interludes and music that could pluck the heart strings of even the coldest heart. I loved Jack and Rose…and how he showed her that she could let go and be free…to answer the call of her heart without compromise. How to live for herself and not others…how to be okay with not having the world in material possessions…to have the world in her soul. Yea…I love them, too.

I could’ve picked, “Love and Basketball”. Love one on one. “I’ll play you for your heart…” MAN…I love that movie. Quincy and Monica…balling it out…and sometimes bawling it out in the name of love…oh, and basketball. lol. Yet another story that spoke to my love of love spanning from era to era. Young puppy love, high school love (at first unrequited), college sweethearts…and then going their separate ways. That moment, when you’re in the middle of doing that thing that the two of you did together and wondering why you’re doing it, now that you’re apart. Could’ve picked them easily…

I could’ve chosen those (amongst countless others that have had me snotting as I lived vicariously through the lead couple’s ups and downs, realizations and sometimes not-so-fairytale endings) but, the one that had the most range of love and emotions was, “The Notebook”.

God, I could’ve been Allie. At one point in the movie…she’s being asked what SHE wants and all she can think about is who she’ll hurt. I could’ve been NOAH for goodness sakes…pining away for a lost love. Having that gaping void that no one could occupy but the one who made you freer than you ever thought you could be.

I loved how he courted her…persistent, with all he had, big sweeping gestures…but then reinforcing them with the most tender moments. (I smile as I write) I loved how he wrote her a letter everyday for a year…that is fucking DEDICATION! Here he is, this young dude…could have any local chick and he’s penning love notes for his lady…EVERYDAY for a YEAR! Man, folks can’t even be consistent and CALL a bish everyday for a MONTH…and you have this cat using up the ink in his inkwell…messing up good paper (expensive as hell back then) to write someone who may never (and almost didn’t ever) see them. Noah even renovated the house that they both dreamed would be their home. He did this even though he hadn’t laid eyes on her in several years since their tragic break up. Even when they weren’t together…he was living for her love. ~sigh~

Yet, the love that rounds it out the most…is the spin on the story that begins the whole movie. Noah as an old man…living in a nursing facility (though he doesn’t have to) to tend to an ailing older Allie who is now suffering from dementia.

This dude is sitting there…DAILY, re-reading a book of their love story…JUST so he can capture a glimpse of the woman he remembers. The woman who remembers HIM. Imagine…loving someone SO much, that you cant and won’t let go in your heart. You pursued them until you couldn’t anymore…and then when given an opportunity, you seized it and was always willing to let them go if it was what THEY needed to do…loving someone enough to let them go. That hurts more than being let go or letting go because you felt they weren’t the one. To have a chance to get right what went wrong is beautiful…it ain’t everyone’s story…but, it’s a hell of a love story nonetheless.

Yea…The Notebook was and is a classic romantic movie for me. If it came on now (no commercial interruptions) I’d watch. I cannot watch that movie on network TV. It kills the flow. I must watch without any scenes being edited for a 2hr time slot. A story of epic proportions…spanning from sweetheart love to “the end of time” love. Everything I’ve ever thought love could be.

“Say, I’m a bird…”
“You’re a bird! …”
“Now say you’re a bird…”
“If you’re a bird…I’m a bird”

~tears~

Chrisette Michelle’s “Notebook”…not from the soundtrack of course…but apropos nonetheless 😉

Pulling Pigtails


I love Love & Basketball. As I sit here watching it for the umpteenth time, I laugh at the opening scene. Young Monica shows up on the court wanting to play with the boys. They’re not sure at first if she’s a guy or a girl until they allow her to play and she removes her hat to reveal long hair. They’re not impressed until she kicks their asses in 2 on 2 b-ball! He gets so riled up that he pushes her down, hurting her. She from then on rocks a scar on her face…almost as a badge of honor that she whooped his ass! HA!

`Made me wonder…how long does this behavior continue? How old do you get before it’s unacceptable to beat a girl up because you like her? Well, you know…not BEAT her ass…but, treat her like you don’t care about her out of pride or fear of rejection. Even when the two characters grow up from 11 to seniors in HS, the boy still shrugs her off like she’s not good enough. Possibly it was her tomboy persona…but, mostly it seemed like it was the fact that she was better at ball than HE was. It took ole girl, coming to the dance with a FINE ASS college dude (played my play husband, Boris Kodjoe) for him to even notice her. All of a sudden, he was interested. *rolling eyes so hard I see Noah working on the ark*

`What pissed me off about this movie was when they were in college…he went through some drama concerning his parents and expected for her to sacrifice her chances at starting…which could take away her dreams…all so he could say she was “there” for him. Then because he was angry, instead of telling her how he felt…he asked another chick out on a date. Oh wait, he even asked his HER to come along! WTF? Aw hell naw…WHAT THE FLYING AIR BALL? So they broke up and spent 5yrs apart out of his assholishness. AND, when they DID reunite…it’s because SHE fought for them (in a game of 1 on 1 of course).

`What is it about boys…then some men who are too prideful to show how they really feel about a woman? Or perhaps its that some boys didn’t become men at all. Either way, I think its interesting that games are still being played way past adolescence into pseudo adulthood. But, alls fair in Love & Basketball, right? Riiiiight…