I never stopped playing make-believe. And, I think it’s safe to say that at this point in adulthood, I will never stop.
Hell, when I put clothes on each day…it’s still very much like playing dress-up.
Last night I stayed up late, past midnight in my old age, and actually finished an entire movie without passing out in my chair. Wild night, let me tell ya!
I’m a bit late with catching this flick, but I watched “Stuck in Love” with Greg Kinnear (love him!) and Jennifer Connelly (love, love her!) from 2012. It’s one of those indie romantic comedy/drama films, the kind that are often very hit or miss for me.
This one was not a miss.
In fact, I haven’t bawled that much over a movie since the time I made the dreadful mistake of watching “Atonement” alone at an early matinee showing at the theater. Without a tissue in sight, let’s just say I barreled out of there with my sunglasses on to hide my red, puffy, snotty face.
Okay, so back to “Stuck In Love”.
For readers and writers, it’s a goodie. A love of books and a struggle with the writing process are both a strong undercurrent throughout. Sure, it’s a touch unbelievable to have a family of writers — dad, daughter, son — who all miraculously get published.
But hey, that’s what make-believe is for.
Kinnear had a fantastic line, which he said during a speech with a knowing smirk.
“I’m not sure what it is that compels a person to play make-believe even when they’re an adult.”
I love that. We writers are the oldest children I know. We continually see the world as a playground, a colorful place to explore tirelessly.
I’ll never be the adult who has my shit together. I’d much rather play make-believe.