Sunday, July 27, 2008
Some movies can be watched over and over.
For me, "BIG", with Tom Hanks is one of those.
It's too bad he was nominated against Dustin Hoffman that year...had he not been, maybe he would have won.
To be able to access the feelings of a 12 year old boy and act them out in the body of a 30 year old man, is no easy feat. Who else but Tom Hanks could have pulled that off? The charm, the innocence, the honesty of his performance all make it perfect.
An adult longing to return to his youth, I suppose that's not a new plot.
But Big had a twist. It began with a young boy longing to be a grown-up...who soon learns through the eyes of his best friend...that the trappings of adulthood cannot replace the sweet innocence of childhood. (of course that is supposing you had a wonderful childhood).
I guess the movie touched that cord in me. Of course, past the age of 10, life for me was no longer innocent. But I have fond memories of my childhood, nonetheless.
Yesterday was my mother's birthday. I took her to a play and dinner to celebrate, and afterward we took a drive by the house we lived in from the time I was 5 until my father died.
We sat in the car...looking at all the things that remained the same. A little brick walkway that my not-so-skilled father put in himself. A lamppost with the address hanging from it, still stands in the front yard. An awning my parents had specially made for the front window still hangs. And most surprising is the original shingle roof, that is now considered a fire hazard in Los Angeles.
I have driven past the house before, secretly hoping the owners will walk out, and invite me in.
I have dreamed of going into the house, to capture, even if for one moment, what it was like when I felt "whole" as a child.
Maybe what the movie Big does, is remind us not to forget that innocence. Not to forget the child inside. Not to forget what it's like to play, and have a best friend, and a family...
and know that nothing comes before that...