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In these times of sadness and economic malaise, it is no wonder that I have been glued to my sofa and television set. I’ve taken great care to surround myself with my favorite escapist movies and tv shows, hoping that they will transport me away from the problems of real life long enough for me to recoup… and gain the strength to face reality once more.
Sometimes it works… Priceless, The Duchess, The Lady Vanishes… and sometimes it doesn’t… The City (dreadful spinoff of already dreadful but strangely watchable The Hills).
The movies and tv shows that I watch must have certain elements in order for them to distract me from my dwindling bank account and rising credit card debt. First, there must be gorgeous settings – a grand hotel on the Riviera, a marble-filled estate surrounded by sheep dotted English countryside or even New York City in the 1930s with gleaming buildings and lots of cocktails and cigarettes lit with Zippo lighters.
Secondly the cast must be attractive and well lit. I know this is wrong. Some of my favorite films have featured not quite Madison avenue actors and actresses in the leads… but we are talking about escapist fare and not, in fact, what you view when you want to be moved or otherwise Oscar-fied (did I just make that up?). So… pretty and toned. I’m sorry but there it is.
Lastly, there must be some sort of transformation. The lady must go from spoiled brat to wise sage or from duck to swan or riches to rags and vice versa… you get the picture. The man must solve the crime, outsmart the villian, win the fight, the girl, the job, the court case… and the little mouse must be allowed to rise from the sewer and cook in the French kitchen.
So this is how I’ve been spending much of my free time. It may not be the best idea. But it feels good for the moment.