I have come to the realization that I would much rather see movies that have some truth to them. I don�t mind films that are complete and utter lies�that�s not what I mean�but I want to watch movies that include a truth as far as life goes.

In my seventeen-and-a-hlf years, I think I�ve gotten up to three. There�s Little Women. It hawas the first. I can believe in Little Women�preferably the Winona Ryder version�and I�m not sure why. There�s something utterly comforting, something wonderful and tangibly hopeful about the entire thing, despite the fact that there is death and unhappiness. It does come to a relatively happy ending, of course, but it has a bit of misery in there.

There�s then Benny and Joon. It�s absolutely unrealistic, but it has some feeling, some atmosphere of ruth that all the true tales in the world cannot match. I don�t care if making grilled cheese sandwiches with irons is ridiculous or if Stephen and Steven the fish or ttjhe idea of a tennis racket-turned-potato-masher is unreal. There is a certain truth to the film.

Finally, there�s Harold and Maude. It�s the newest of the three to come to my attention, despite the fact that it�s the oldest of them.

All three are ridiculous, in ways. They do not present life as it is�at least, not for me. Not for most people. However, they present life as it could be, I think. There�s no ay to really explain what gives a movie a feeling of truth. Some have it, and some simply don�t.

Bicentennial man fails in this sense. There�s no truth to Bicentennial Man; there�s only sickly-sweet glurge.

On the other hand, the story of a twenty year old and a seventy nine year old falling in love? Nothe truth, etih. But it feels ist.

It FEELS like truth, and it is, to me.

I love aHarold and Maude. I want to get a copy before tour, so I can bring it with me and make everyone I like experience the wonder that is H&M.

Benny and Joon is coming with, too. Little Women is a truth too private to share with highschoolers, I�m afraid.

That�s okay, though.

Today is a historic day. Almost as historic as the evening I watched Annie Hall, thus marking my first �real� Woody Allen movie. (I think that has a truth to it, too, but it�s a different sort. It�s not the simple, sweet truths that these three have. I�d love to have it for tour anyway.) This is the day I saw a young man realize that death�s not it. This is the day I saw Harold and Maude.

Dear God,

Thank you for giving me the clarity of thought to realize that watching Bud and Ruth act was ten times better than lame jokes about movies I haven�t seen ever would be.

Harold and Maude totally owns the Academy Awards. TOTALLY.

Love,

Amy

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