Okay, I watched the film “Tootsie” tonight. It was lovely. I already liked Dustin Hoffman a lot beforehand. Now, while watching and after seeing this film, I love his work even more. Definitely a fan over here. And, really, I was quite surprised – though not at all surprised, really, because my experience has always included things like this all throughout my life – that this was a film done in the early 80s. Several comments and many ideas presented in it are ones where countless people seem to struggle terribly still today. For me, these ‘difficult topics’ were always no-brainers, and super simple and easy topics. That’s the family into which I was born and by which I was raised. But, I think, most people were not born to such families, and so those traditional ‘difficult topics’ and still difficult for them, decades later, generations later.
Anyway, I highly recommend the film as a fun watch and a supremely delightful mini-adventure. Dorothy is a very believable character, and I often had to remind myself that, given the true circumstances, such and such scene is intended to be extremely awkward for Michael…, but I regularly forgot that Michael was there at all – he was that good and enrolling in the roll. Confused? Watch the film. 😉
P.S. I also love particularly Bill Murray’s earlier acting, and it was a fabulous surprise to see him in the opening scenes of the film! (Yay!) And I loved the photo shoot scene – it got me super excited about doing one of my own some day soon!
Today, I got to have a miniature taste of what it’s like to be rich and/or a fashion model, and it was colorfully fabulous.
I did a photo shoot today, just to test out some things, and it was spectacular.
You know the iconic shopping scene in “Pretty Woman”, where Julia Roberts tries on loads of fabulous outfits, and it just plain looks like a photo shoot? Right, well, if you don’t, I suggest you get on that cultural tidbit, because it’s fabulous. Anyway, so I remember a Cameron Diaz film having a sort of spoof on the scene, and, though I was somewhat unimpressed by the scene, I noticed a sense of something nigh to jealousy… envy with a little something more. I want to do what they were doing. I want to have my own BFF fake photo shoot at the clothing store, trying on amazing outfits, my subconscious cried.
And I’ve always remembered that, though I’ve never remember to do anything about the silent wish I’d had that day. Tonight, as I was thinking of this one particular store where my family has shopped occasionally for most of my life, – it’s a discount outlet-type high-end clothing etc. store – I recalled a particular jacket that my cousin and I loved. And then I remembered how we had both put one on in the store, and taken photos together. And then, like a rush of memory, I recalled a whoosh of different pieces we all had tried on together, and the loads of photos we took. We had done our own “Pretty Woman” clothing store photo shoot, and I hadn’t even noticed. Why? Because we were just being ourselves. We were attempting to recreate something we’d seen elsewhere. We were just doing our own thing, being silly and fancy with high-end discount clothing etc. and having a wonderful time.
How cool is that? I had hoped one day to copy the scene in my real life, but knew that it would be always that: a copy. Instead, I got the real deal, and we had an actual spontaneous in-shop clothing photo shoot together. Wicked. I love life. And family. Especially family.