Monday, April 19


Some funny things rattling around in my mind. One being that I have been thinking and not blogging. So here's a thought on the last movie my friends and I watched. It's called, Henry Poole Is Here, a "romantic comedy" (my friend's picked it out). I wonder if I would think more of this film if it were categorized differently. I guess it was ok for a $1 Red Box rental (again, I didn't have to pay the dollar). I s'pose it was artistic with original melancholy songs...I sat wondering if Luke Wilson was going to be sad the entire time or something would change. There are certainly interesting characters which perhaps give a glimpse of what it means to care for one another. Adriana Barraza played Esperanza, a meddling, good intentions neighbor. She-was-the-star. In watching the directors bonus thoughts (ha! too much time on our hands)... He said that he was trying to portray hope. My mouth fell open. My heart saddened a little thinking, "This is what the world sees as hope??!"

Without getting overly profound on cinematic doctrine shaping pop culture views or sounding too preachy... I will say this. Romans 8 has lots of good things to say about hope. Verse 24 says, "For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has?" Makes sense. Even one of my favorite movies, A Knight's Tale, (yes, I know it's cheesy) has many, many great parts. Where Henry's director fails, Williams director successfully captured hope. Secretly, I've wanted to give this to the love of my life one day... that day has yet to come. This is a note from Sir William to his love Jocelyn...

"It is strange to think, I haven't seen you since a month. I have seen the new moon, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face. The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they could be passed through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower; like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. I next compete in the city of Paris, I will find it empty and in the winter if you are not there. Hope guides me, that is what gets me through the day and the night. The hope that after you're gone from my sight, it will not be the last time that I look upon you."