Sometimes I feel like I want to live inside a movie. And not just any movie, it has to be one of those movies from the late 80's or early 90's like When Harry Met Sally or Message in a Bottle. I want to be a journalist when Google didn't exist and I want to write on one of those old computers with keyboards that clicked hard enough every time you typed in a letter. Perhaps what I'm writing isn't doing any justice to the actual feeling that I get every time I watch one of these movies, but I can't help feeling that way. I not only wish I had the genius of whoever wrote that script, but I want to be living in that script, say those words, wear those clothes, live like people lived before, before losing hours a day on Facebook and swamped into your iphone living a different life than you would had you not any of these technologies. Maybe then I would actually be getting valuable work done. Maybe then I would actually be reading those four books a month that I have been promising myself to do in every new years resolution since I can remember. I don't know, but it sure feels that way. Less than a week a go Nora Ephron died. She was the writer of iconic movies like Sleepless in Seattle, You've got mail, When Harry Met Sally, Julie and Julia. She's basically the woman that created this fantasy in my life and I can't help but adore her and mourn her death. Of course, a week a go the name Nora Ephron didn't even ring a bell. But that doesn't mean her life's work didn't make a major impact in my life regardless. Sometimes I wish movies were what they used to be. That they made them like they used to make them. It feels like we're getting a buch of crap lately. This weekend on two different occasions we wanted to go to the movies, and didn't bother to go because out of TWENTY FOUR movies showing in the closest AMC theatre, not one single movie appealed to us. We ended up watching Sleepless in Seattle, When Harry Met Sally and The War at Home.
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