We're the members of the All-American League / We come from cities near and far...
I did the thing last night -- you know, the one where you have a delicious, fantastic meal that leaves you perfectly, pleasantly satisfied, and then you go to a movie and you freaking get popcorn. And now all I feel is popcorn and hatred about losing an hour.
However, last night was deeply incredible. Like, two months ago,
e_clare spotted that BAM would be screening A League of Their Own, which, as many of you know, is only maybe the most formative, important movie of my life. (Also the frame for my longest fic to date, oh shoot, still so proud of that one.) SO YEAH. We went! IT IS EVEN BETTER ON A HUGE SCREEN. Or, as I put it last night on Facebook:Is there a more important movie experience than finally seeing A League of Their Own on a huge screen, surrounded by people, mostly women, who also found it incredibly formative and still laughed and cheered and went silent at all the right bits? I don't think there is.
I had seen it within the last few years, but I hadn't realized exactly how much of a tragic heroine Dottie is -- that the perfection that oppresses Kit so much also convinces Dottie, over and over again, that she shouldn't have the thing she loves most. I just!!! Love this movie!! I'm so cagey about ink, but I think if someone could design the perfect sleeve or chest piece of this film, I don't know if I'd hesitate. (One irritant: I really could have done without the competitively witty dudes sitting right behind us, who I think mostly hadn't seen it. Hearing "Mmm, get it, girl!" at a quiet, emotional moment... just shut up.)
The person hosting the screen, a WNYC producer, said she thought women, especially women who saw it young like I did, respond to and claim and love A League of Their Own like men do with The Shawshank Redemption, and with all the usual caveats about oversimplifying that statement, yes. Yes, with tears all over my face, I would stand behind that.
(The rest of the evening turned into a reminder not to sign onto Twitter when you're in a good mood, ever. Not only does the Trump business get scarier by the hour, but a former colleague was showing his ass about a thing that gets my blood pressure high, and I had to angrily start reading a new book to calm down enough to ignore it and go to sleep.) It's okay, though, because ALoTO is so good and so engrossing, I forgot while I was watching that I'd just discovered it was counterprogrammed against Garrison Keillor, which, irony.
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However, last night was deeply incredible. Like, two months ago,
e_clare spotted that BAM would be screening A League of Their Own, which, as many of you know, is only maybe the most formative, important movie of my life. (Also the frame for my longest fic to date, oh shoot, still so proud of that one.) SO YEAH. We went! IT IS EVEN BETTER ON A HUGE SCREEN. Or, as I put it last night on Facebook:Is there a more important movie experience than finally seeing A League of Their Own on a huge screen, surrounded by people, mostly women, who also found it incredibly formative and still laughed and cheered and went silent at all the right bits? I don't think there is.
I had seen it within the last few years, but I hadn't realized exactly how much of a tragic heroine Dottie is -- that the perfection that oppresses Kit so much also convinces Dottie, over and over again, that she shouldn't have the thing she loves most. I just!!! Love this movie!! I'm so cagey about ink, but I think if someone could design the perfect sleeve or chest piece of this film, I don't know if I'd hesitate. (One irritant: I really could have done without the competitively witty dudes sitting right behind us, who I think mostly hadn't seen it. Hearing "Mmm, get it, girl!" at a quiet, emotional moment... just shut up.)
The person hosting the screen, a WNYC producer, said she thought women, especially women who saw it young like I did, respond to and claim and love A League of Their Own like men do with The Shawshank Redemption, and with all the usual caveats about oversimplifying that statement, yes. Yes, with tears all over my face, I would stand behind that.
(The rest of the evening turned into a reminder not to sign onto Twitter when you're in a good mood, ever. Not only does the Trump business get scarier by the hour, but a former colleague was showing his ass about a thing that gets my blood pressure high, and I had to angrily start reading a new book to calm down enough to ignore it and go to sleep.) It's okay, though, because ALoTO is so good and so engrossing, I forgot while I was watching that I'd just discovered it was counterprogrammed against Garrison Keillor, which, irony.
This was originally posted on Dreamwidth, where it has
comments. I would love to hear from you at DW! If you can see this post, you can comment here using OpenID. Thanks!