Tag: Academy Awards

Shout Out to Relief

There’s no denying that when bad things don’t come to pass – as you feared they might – relief floods in with a welcome physical response.

The shoulders drop. The breaths get deeper again. The nerves – if you are prone to them – begin to quell. I tend to tears sometimes. Pent-up emotion seeking an outlet.

So if you have been following me at all in the past few days, you’ll know I just faced what was in my life a barrel drop over Niagara Falls. With me in it, if that isn’t belaboring the obvious.

How many of these periods of terror and relief have I gone through? Seems like thousands but was probably only a few hundred or so.

The exam you are sure you weren’t well enough prepared for. The first date with someone that you really, really like. Sitting in the doctor’s office fearing the worse but hoping (praying) for the best. The interview for that job that you really want.

I am reminded of Sally Field’s Best Actress Oscar win for Norma Rae. In what was possibly the most public display ever of insecurity and vulnerability, she spouted out to the august assembled audience from the podium, Oscar in hand: “You like me. You really, really like me.”

Full confession. I know the feeling.

So today when an important meeting determining many of my future choices went very well today, I was tempted to blurt out those very words to the interviewer.

But given the stakes and a certain sense of decorum I am able to deploy – if and when necessary – I did not do that. I shook hands, walked out, and did the secret Laura Linney happy dance from Love, Actually in my mind when Linney actually manages to get Hugh Grant home.

I mean, I am not quite foolish enough to ACTUALLY get into a barrel and – as it were – barrel over Niagara Falls.

I like myself way too much for that. And for what I was able to pull off today, I like myself even better.

A Man Called Otto

Tom Hanks as a crabby old man? Whoddathunkit?

We frequently register ourselves as getting older by watching others. It is both a kindness and a shock to see people you grew up watching suddenly inhabiting roles that you imagined only your parents’ peers could fill.

I remember Tom Hanks in Big. His big film debut was back in 1988. He played a goofy kid with a sweet manner and exposed a big talent.

Hanks has proved his mettle over the years in many delightful and provocative roles. Hanks has chosen his projects well. He has mostly played the good guy in the movie roles he has starred in.

He didn’t shy away from challenging roles either. As Captain Phillips, Hanks skilfully played the role of managing a pirate takeover of his craft and everyone was safely delivered.

The enduring genius of Forrest Gump comes to mind, too. He played the role of an intellectually challenged young man to perfection. The Academy agreed with me. Forrest Gump won eight Oscars including as the Best Actor in a Leading Role for Hanks.

Tom Hanks movies seem ubiquitous. In Castaway, he carried a whole film with only a soccer ball as a co-star. In Catch Me if You Can, he played a tenacious FBI agent in hot pursuit of young conman Frank Abagnale, memorably played by Leonardo Dicaprio.

Other roles Hanks played have stuck in my memory. Saving Private Ryan. The Green Mile. His performance with Mark Rylance in Bridge of Spies was pure onscreen alchemy.

Clint Eastwood is older now, too. Gone is the tough-talking police inspector of Dirty Harry fame. He now plays the crusty but caring curmudgeon to perfection in a slew of age-appropriate roles.

I watch them all aging. I realize that I am aging right along with them. Tom Hanks is the boyfriend/husband I never had. Clint Eastwood might have been a great-uncle had we lived in California and had anything at all to do with the film industry.

And then there is the recent “old Dad” phenomenon with icons Bob DeNiro and Al Pacino fathering children in their eighties. It seems they are as productive in their dotage as they were in their film careers. How did they get so old so fast?

There is one important throughline to see in watching these men from afar. They keep going. They have done and do good work. They have dignity and accomplishments. And, in a couple of cases, they have diaper duty.

Every role these giants take on is like seeing them anew and reflects the talent that landed them where they are in life. It is also a reminder that time is passing for them just like me and my peers.

A Man Called Otto tells the tale of a man determined to die by his own hand after his beloved wife dies. But new neighbors and the insistence of life keep hauling him back into the present and offer him new reasons for living.

The message in this bittersweet film seems to be that even though we may lose important things in our life – even our dearest loved ones – life still goes on and still calls to us. Love is always available out there in the world.

If we but look and listen…