Moonstruck

Well, it’s been almost five years since my last entry. I thought about deleting the post from 2015, as not to highlight this long gap. But what is my resume if not a series a lengthy meaningful pauses?

So, heck, let’s highlight it! Because that’s the truth of it right?

How you can place a cup of coffee on the counter, meaning to get back to it, but it actually takes you five years to get back to it. And it’s cold, the coffee. And you’re not thirty-six, you’re forty-one now, and your son who was an infant when you placed down that cup is now entering kindergarten, and sometimes — yes sometimes — it just takes that long to get back to it. And I’m here to affirm this truth!

So, let’s get to it! This week’s consolation: Moonstruck.

Could this film be any more life-affirming? It could not, friends. It could not be any more life-affirming.

This movie is so full of grit, and passion and Cher and Nicolas Cage at their absolute most astonishingly gorgeous and just vessels for this tale of life and love and family and second chances under a New York City full moon.

How had I missed this movie in the actual 1980s? No matter, I caught up on it while laid-up with a cold.

The consolation, of course, of a cold: watching a full movie in the middle of a week day.

I can not recommend this one more emphatically.

Also, those gorgeous twin towers in that past cityscape.

And Cher’s resplendent curls.

This film not only stands the test of time, but — like us — with age, it just gets better.