*dusting off the keyboard, sneezing a few times, blinking owlishly in the soft glow from the screen*
Wow. I’m back. It’s been a LONG time between Random Musings! I have no trite excuse, no reasons beyond … life. An interesting concept, life. It runs out as we ponder it, it disappears as we look at it and it shifts around whilst we try to hang on to whatever we can in the processes. Ah, la dolce vita. But I digress…
The last couple of weeks have seen me at the movies, enjoying time with my Mum and Mr U respectively. Two very different films, but on reflection, both have a common theme in my opinion – life and what we do with it.
Bohemian Rhapsody was the film with Mum, and it was a clear celebration of Freddie Mercury’s incredible talent, and his incredible ability to be gloriously, imperfectly human whilst trying to live life.
People are saying that the film glosses over his sexuality and focuses too much on his relationship with his “love of my life”, Mary Austin. I disagree. It focuses exactly where it should focus; on his talent and his ability to be gloriously, imperfectly human. We see him falling in love with Mary, we see him being manipulated by people with their own agendas and no boundaries, we see the bond between friends that transcends into familial, we see the heart-breaking realisations of his own mortality and that he’s hurt the very family who helped him achieve his dreams. We see him “man up” (such a stupid fucking turn of phrase) and make a profound apology to those people and that they in turn finally set boundaries for him that he willingly agrees to. We see him grab an international concert audience by the hand and pull them with him into THE SHOW that Queen gave us at Live Aid and how it kickstarted the money. ( Queen at Live Aid )
And through it all, we see that he was incredibly talented and gloriously, imperfectly human. Like the rest of us. Capable of making poor choices at times, hauling ourselves out of hell at others, loving well and un/wisely, celebrating being alive… all to some personal soundtrack that only we can hear or we share with the world like Freddie did. Though short, what a life. And what a legacy.
The Crimes of Grindelwald was the film Mr U and I went to. A legacy in its own right too, as we met at a Harry Potter movie screening 16 years ago. Again, I saw life and how some choose to live it played out in this film too. Newt Scamander could join The Ministry and hunt down bad guys, but instead he opts to seek out his fantastic beasts. That this intersects with hunting down ‘the bad guys’ to try and help a fantastic being is what I might dare to say somewhat serendipitous, but we are talking about a fantasy movie full of magic and kleptomaniacal echidnas! ( Nifflers and Echidnas )
He chooses to love creatures that are scary, that are problematic, but in the end he understands. “…You never met a monster you couldn’t love Newt…” Perhaps because he too has the capacity to be scary, problematic and misunderstood? Either way, he’s living his life, as gloriously and imperfectly as he can.
We see choices made on how to live life by almost all the major characters; very major choices. I read recently that the actress who plays Queenie is defending her character’s choice to join Grindelwald’s side of things, which is not a surprise. ( Defending Queenie ) People don’t like to see someone being gloriously, imperfectly human. Because that’s what Queenie’s choice is all about. She is so disheartened with the status quo, the arbitrary rules on who she can and can’t fall in love with that she chooses to side with someone who manipulates her using that exact thing. She is a lovely person who’s reached her limit with the world so she chooses what seems to be the better option in Grindlewald’s cause. She’s human, gloriously and imperfectly so.
I can’t help comparing the manipulation of the disaffected thematic of the film with a certain politician who now trumps around his nation as a result of something not dissimilar really. But I’m not here to be political. Much.
And I think that’s what I’ve been doing the last few years I’ve been away from here. Living life as an imperfect human. I can’t say it’s been glorious, it wasn’t and isn’t. But it’s been human. And in the end…that’s what we all are.