As I’m about to leave for work, dreading the blustery winter morning ahead of me, I get a text from my boss asking me to wait an hour before turning up. It’s a Pro-D day, so there’s no actual classes. The day was to be spent organizing and preparing for tonight’s Christmas concert. I’m never one to be late, but this is a rather irresistible invitation. The wind has sharp teeth, and the roads look slick and glassy. There is so much white, insistent and imposing, the world a snow-globe shook by an angry and energetic child. Eventually another text follows, calling the whole morning off. As prepared as I was to brave the weather conditions and have a productive work day, something about not having to leave the house made me feel like a middle-aged divorcee on her fourth banana daiquiri at her first Mexican vacation. Pretty bloody giddy. Inside there is a roaring fire, a freshly decorated Christmas tree, and just enough coffee in the pot for a toasty top up. Maybe I’ll heed the warning and bask in the glorious indoors.
Winter weather has such a magical quality. A thick blanket of white across roof tops and sidewalks, urging you to stay indoors, to curl up in bed, in front of a fire, a warm beverage enveloped in your hands. When Benjamin and I lived in Perth, Christmas time was blazing hot, filled with summertime activities. We once watched “White Christmas” on a large screen in an inner city park on a piping hot day. To a Canadian, it was a confusing physical experience. For my husband, born in the Southern Hemisphere, Christmas dinner comes off the BBQ. Once during our Australian Christmas season evening, we watched “The Holiday“, a personal Christmas cinematic favorite.
Yes, the writing is imperfect. The concept ludicrous. The acting a little terrible (ahem, Cameron Diaz I’m looking at you girlfriend). Jack Black is wildly miscast as Kate Winslet‘s love interest. He’s perfectly cute and funny, but he is the exact replica of that “nice guy” who single girls go to the movies with but whom they will never go to bed with. My husband hates they way the characters talk to themselves. Still, as far as a Christmas-themed romantic comedy goes it’s light, frothy, sexy, silly and ends happily. I especially love the friendship between Winslet and Arthur Abbott, played by Eli Wallach.
He is as cute as the dickens. Look at him. Isn’t he precious? I’d love to be on the other side of that table hearing his many stories. (PS: Did you know that this man is still alive? He is 97 years old y’all, and he knew all of the greats. He was in Marilyn Monroe‘s last completed picture “The Misfits”).
He worked with Audrey Hepburn in “How to Steal a Million“.
With the slew of celebrity deaths this year, someone needs to go check in on him. Wrap a blanket around his shoulders and check his pulse, and say “I really enjoyed you in “The Holiday”, what was Marilyn Monroe really like?”
Anyway, as for watching “The Holiday” on a hot and lazy evening in Australia, I was overcome with nostalgia for thick cable knit sweaters and a snowy Christmas. I also enjoyed me some Jude Law in this deliciously mindless holiday fare. Essentially this movie makes me crave snow, sweaters, long lunches with Eli Wallach, and for Jude Law to explain how books, movies and birthday cards make him weep.
Wow, thanks Jude. I love how last night you weren’t wearing glasses, and today you are. It really adds to your mystique. Last night you were a bad boy, but this morning you’re this nice guy. But not in a Jack Black, you can make me laugh, but you’ll never bring me to orgasm kind of way. It’s refreshing.
Jeez Jude, way to give it all away in one blog post. But I don’t have to go to work right away…I’m willing to roll with this. But the truth is, I’m married, and I’ve already promised my celebrity cheat card to George Clooney.
So…where do we go from here?
Yeah, you’re not the first person to tell me that. Maybe it’s the winter blues. Maybe it’s always wanting the opposite of what you have. In Perth I dreamt of snow kissed landscape, and now I am fantasizing about that hot sun in that beautiful city, where Christmas decorations baked in the heat. How is it that the things you want always seem to be on the opposite side of the fence?
Well sure…I guess. I mean you live in a movie in England, and I may die of frost bite and homesickness in Canada. How could we possibly be together?
None of this makes any sense. I should of been at work an hour ago and you look so cute in a collared shirt and sweater combo, and this blog shouldn’t even be happening. But here we are, just a woman and a fictional character falling in love on a miserable winter’s day. Ah well, whatever keeps you off the roads.