It’s nearly 10pm. I’m sitting at my desk, in front of my computer, with headphones plugged into my ears, all orifices trickling, lower lip quivering. Truly. Beautiful. Acting AND Writing. Thank you
Mahershala Ali and Viggo Mortensen, remarkably, are those for whom I lay the immediate blame for my tears. And, I swear, as I write this, I am LISTENING AGAIN to the final scene, when Ali’s character, piano virtuoso, Dr. Don Shirley, demonstrates his magnificent virtuosity in front of an unsuspecting juke joint crowd in Birmingham, Alabama. Five minutes later, Viggo’s character, Tony “Lip”, as they walk out to the car, whips out his pistol and fires several shots straight into the air, sending the robbers ducked down on the other side of a nearby car, scattering.
Yes, it’s a powerful message of friendship, brotherhood, love, acceptance and, well…love. Yeah, Why Not! It’s truly a story about loving one another better! Love one another better, I could say that this is indeed the message of the movie..of the writers, of Tony Lip, of his son who was inspired by his father’s own life journey as a result of his eight week journey with this black musician…
If you haven’t seen it yet, and you’re aware that it’s up for a number of nominations for the Academy Awards and you’re wondering what the big deal is…see this movie.
But, the real reason I started writing this post…wanna know? It’s because I’m personally torn…I see this AMAZING story told about our past…our past as Americans, our past as humans, our past as a largely racially biased species…I see this movie, and for me, I see actors who have honed their craft for years, through struggles and hardship. I see writers who have also honed their own skills and their craft through all kinds of punishment, meager earnings and rejection. The life of an artist…rejection and growing a thick skin in order to attain the heights of achievement.
I see this and, being honest, the reason for the leaking of tears becomes less clear. Of course it is the story. But, it’s also my own regrets hastening those painful tears, painting them heavier than the lessons of the movie, stinging just a bit more than those caused by a simple lesson might.
Honesty bites. I hate exposing my weakness, my failures! But, maybe pushing them brutally into the glaring light of day will initiate some ferocious courage in me, like that of the good Dr. Shirley of the story, facing the racism of the South head-on, with undaunted courage. Maybe, just…!
Doubt curls its surly lip at me and I cower, but….maybe just…
Tears, stinging honest raging tears, grinding teeth, head shaking, lips pucker forward, obstinate posers.
If one is a writer, one simply writes. Isn’t that the truth? Isn’t that Aaron Sorkin? Isn’t that Nick Vallelonga? If you’re going to write, you just Do It.
I’m writing now, right? So, Write! Write! Right?
Lessons. Who the hell wanted a lesson?? I wanted to watch another of the Oscar Nominated Movies. I did. And now…I got…. A LESSON.
And actually, I have somehow twisted it into two lessons for the price of one.
Lucky me.
Write, dummy.
and ... See this movie.