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Candle in the Breezeway
Because Skylar has developed a serious Marilyn Monroe fixation over the past month, we helped her get a six-DVD collection featuring a number of the actress's best-known films. I doubt whether she will like any of the ones she hasn't seen better than Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, which she adores. But because she has reached an age at which she grasps the relationship between text and context, even the films that appeal to her less are still of interest to her. After I picked her up from horse camp today, she decided that she was, as she put it, "in the mood for a documentary." So she watched Marilyn's Last Days, which focuses on the film Monroe was working on, Something's Gotta Give, in the last six months of her life, as well as famous incidents such as her singing "Happy Birthday" to President Kennedy.

Because I was exhausted from spending most of the night sorting and transporting books, I decided I would nap on the sofa while she saw the film. But I rapidly became too engaged in its subject matter, despite its A&E Biography production values, to drift into slumber. I found myself making strange parallels between Monroe's troubles and my own. It wasn't identification in the full strict sense of the term, but perhaps an etiolated version of it. Monroe's response to emotional distress reminded me a great deal of the one I exhibited in high school or, more to the point, now.

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masoo From: masoo Date: July 18th, 2008 02:32 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
I feel like it's supposed to be childish, somehow, to draw parallels between what we see/read/hear and our own lives, as if the work being considered only exists to help us think about ourselves. But I know I do it all the time. Usually it's something where there is one character I think I should "identify" with, but I realize I'm another character outside of my notion of proper. Right now I'm re-watching Mad Men before Season Two starts, and of course I want to connect with the star, the mystery man, silent, studly, a "man's man." But the character that I really match up with is the mystery man's wife: vaguely dissatisfied, alienated, aware that there are better things out there but a bit too scared to go after them.

See, I've done it again ... turned your observations about yourself into an object lesson about me.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: July 20th, 2008 01:03 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
But it's what we do anyway, even without willing the deed deliberately. Maybe that's why it's supposed to be childish, since children are deemed to be the sort of beings who are likely to respond automatically, rather than in a carefully planned fashion. For my part, though, I'd rather think about my reflexes -- or yours -- than to reflexively deny that they rule me.
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