Finding comfort

On Sunday I went to boot camp at the ungodly hour of 7am. WTF was I thinking? Yes, I know. However… the good thing about getting up early to exercise is that it’s over and done with before most people are tentatively poking their big toe out from under the doona;  and one has the rest of the day to do important things. Like read the newspaper, have nanna naps and update their blogs. For example.

The thing I most like is that I still get to read the paper while eating breakfast and watching music videos on television, which is a throwback to my younger years – the music videos, not the paper! And last Sunday, it was even more exciting because the local Oz music video show, Video Hits, was hosting a 24 year retrospective. Sometimes the show comprises bands playing at local music festivals and I find that I don’t recognise (or even like) any of the music. But Sunday, I got to relive the likes of Sonia Dada “You don’t treat me no good no more” (one hit wonder anyone?), Oasis and Wet Wet Wet.

four weddings and a funeralIt was the latter that had me reminiscing last week, as the music video for their 1994 hit “Love Is All Around” features clips from Four Weddings and a Funeral, the movie that shot Hugh Grant to stardom. I’m embarrassed to confess to being a Wet Wet Wet fan back in the day and recall I had a bit of a thing for the lead singer – as a gal does when she’s in her teens and twenties. But it was the movie that sparked some memories for me.

In early 1995 I went to work and live as a volunteer in Mozambique, in south eastern Africa. My time there was difficult for a myriad of reasons, not the least being that I was alone and half-way across the world. I made some great friends though and they helped me get through the 16-18 months I spent there. Once settled in I frivolously purchased a television video player combo which frankly that helped save my sanity because the nights were long and lonely (and there’s only so much Castle lager one can consume!) and television-viewing options only included a very scary local station (which every couple of weeks played an English-speaking movie); an Angolan station; a Portuguese station featuring nonsensical game shows (I recall one where women had to lie under a sheet with their feet poking out and a man had to pick those of his wife/partner); a French channel; and CNN. But for about 20 cents I was able to rent pirated videos of dubious quality. It didn’t matter. To me they were heaven.

Sleepless in SeattleWhile visiting South Africa however, I procured two videos and they became my coping mechanisms. Those two romantic comedies, Four Weddings and a Funeral and Sleepless in Seattle became my lifelines. I was like a child capable of watching Toy Story or Dora the Explorer again and again. And I did. Not quite weekly, but almost that regularly…. And from the moment I inserted the video, I felt comforted – wrapped up in a cocoon of familiarity and momentarily at peace. It got to the point that I knew the lines almost by heart, but it didn’t matter. They filled me with contentment, but also with hope that I too one day would exist in a world of Hugh Grants or Tom Hanks’. One day a man would become as besotted with me as Hugh was with Andie; and fate would conspire to introduce me to my soul mate as was the case with Meg and Tom.

colin-firth-p&p-lakeOver the intervening 15 or so years I have added to my collection of security blankets. The BBC’s Pride and Prejudice held first place  for a while. I owned the video but bought the DVD as soon as it was out, because it allowed me to watch the dozen or so scenes I loved so much more efficiently. Then there was Buffy the Vampire Slayer TV series which I discovered when again living overseas. I was a latecomer to Buffy so was able to buy and watch four seasons over a period of weeks. And over ensuing years I have pulled them out to watch my favourite episodes again and again.

More recently (and quite inexplicably) the movie The Jane Austen Bookclub has become a source of comfort. I haven’t watched it for a while, but can. Again and again. I adore Maria Bello’s Jocelyn and like to think of myself as being similar. Though significantly less good looking of course. And not as wealthy. Oh, and without the dogs. But other than that…. parallel lives!

Richard Armitage 'North and South'And most recently there’s North and South. If I’m completely honest it could be the presence of (the subject of my affection) Richard Armitage that makes it so rewatchable – akin to Colin Firth’s Mr Darcy, but that aside I can contentedly watch it again and again. (But of course I won’t admit that for fear of sounding pathetic!)

I don’t quite know what it is about these films and television shows and the comfort they offer: the familiarity of the characters I’ve grown to love (or lust after); or the happy endings and sense of hope? I’m not really sure, but I know I’m now much less scathing of a toddler’s ability to watch Finding Nemo hour after hour, day after day in a looping cycle.

  1. 27/07/2011 at 2:34 am

    Had to laugh at the Nemo analogy…my twins have been choosing it for afternoon rest time every day for over a week now 🙂 Finding comfort is a good thing, I reckon, so enjoy watching those movies and the warm fuzzies that accompany them! x

  2. rockafellaskank
    27/07/2011 at 8:44 am

    Would you believe I’ve never seen Finding Nemo? Tried to think of something gender-neutral though!

  3. 27/07/2011 at 11:40 pm

    I’m a purist, I watch the whole BBC Pride and Prejudice as you know (not just scenes), and can watch it pretty much any time, but I’m actually reading it again currently (in a nice hardcover Folio Society edition) and enjoying what I call the “deleted scenes” – ie all the bits they couldn’t fit into six hours of television.

    Other movies that I could watch any time include When Harry Met Sally, Dirty Dancing (makes me feel, oddly, 17 again, the daggy girl getting picked by the cute boy, even though no such thing actually happened to me when I was 17) and The Mirror Has Two Faces (the only time I have ever fancied Jeff Bridges, it’s a bit like the Josh factor in The West Wing, and I love the “looks have nothing to do with love” message of it).

    • rockafellaskank
      28/07/2011 at 8:08 am

      I read all of Jane’s work (I make it sound like we are intimate friends!) a couple of years ago and couldn’t believe how quickly I tore through all of her novels. I found them surprisingly entertaining.

      I don’t get the Jeff Bridges attraction (though do get the Josh thing).

      Do you ever watch The Mentalist? Bradley Whitford appeared at the end of the last episode (of Season) as the ‘baddie’. Though… he was killed off, so maybe wasn’t the real baddie.

      I put something on Twitter saying “OMG, Josh Lyman is Red John” and a Twitter character called Josh Lyman came back saying ‘No, I’m not!’ I now follow the person… not sure who it actually is of course. (The same person ‘is’ Donna Moss!)

      Deb

      • 28/07/2011 at 9:43 am

        Yes I thought of you when I saw that Josh was Red John! But I’m with you, he probably isn’t really…

        The Jeff Bridges thing ONLY works in Mirror Has Two Faces. I’ve never fancied him before or since, but that bumbling maths professor… sigh.

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