The Purple Beast…
with the filed teeth has left the screen and my life and the sweet two-footer is back with mummy and I’m comfortably alone again with the five year old, who prefers Beethoven or Lindsay Lohan to anything large and purple that sings. He could recognize Beethoven’s ninth when he as two years old and has never been a fan of the deranged dinosaur’s.
Today I re-watched Garden State, my secret obsession for two reasons.
1) The soundtrack makes me feel like I’m NOT too old to appreciate good music, in spite of my over 40 status.
I realize that statement would make a twenty year old vomitous but really, I like the tracks.
2) Zak: cute in that Jewish /Jersey kind of way. He played the part in an understated, lovely, quirky way that endears him to all wimmin.
There is so much to this flick it’s worth double exposure. With and without meds, it’s loverly.
See it. Or grow old.
