My partner and I got into a fight the other night. She went back to bed and I stayed up. I found a movie on TV that I had seen before and loved. It was just starting. As I watched the film, I began to feel better.
Art has always had this effect on me, especially movies. A good film has the power to lift you up without you knowing it. In the movie Hannah and Her Sisters, a Groucho Marx film actually saves Woody Allen’s character’s life. In a way, Allen’s film saved my life, or at least helped to change it. No movie spurred my interest in New York more than that one when I was still living in the Midwest and not liking it very much. Maybe Home Alone 2: Lost in New York. Either way, I’m here now.