Moonstruck … part 3: a full moon, PMS & musings about my favorite full moon film

After two chocolate bars and a pizza (I’m not talking slices here) I’ve decided to occupy myself behind my desk to distract me from heading to the fridge again …
Men who claim to be “moody” have literally no idea what female hormons can do to your mind combined with a full moon … No. Idea. At. All. … Moody Shmoody.

I’m not only emptying my fridge today, but I’m also in the mood for a romantic film tonight … so dying Dolarhyde is postponed until tomorrow. Right, what’s it going to be then?

One of my favorite films, and in fact the most suitable for a full moon, is Norman Jewison’s “Moonstruck” from 1987. Jewison was already 61 when he directed it, he is famous for very different films: Doris Day comedies like “The Thrill of it All” and “Send me no Flowers”, dramas like “In the Heat of the Night” with Sidney Poitier (rewarded with 5 Oscars) and the original “The Thomas Crown Affair” with Steve McQueen – all from the 60s.

When the film came out in Germany, there was already some buzz about it – so, despite not being overly fond of Nicolas Cage and rather amused about the choice of Cher as the female lead, I went to the cinema with my SO on a lovely full moon evening (no shit) in the spring of 1988.

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I was bewitched. It was funny. It was dramatic. The actors were so so good. (Cher, who was 40 at the time – while Cage was 23! – indeed won a Golden Globe and an Oscar for her performance!)
The music! Show me another film that manages to combine old italian pop songs like “…when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie – that’s amore…” so effortless with something like Puccini’s love-duet from “La Bohème”!

The lovestory! As “Pretty Woman” came out only three years later, “Moonstruck” qualifies as a sort of pre-“Pretty Woman” for grown-ups. When I look at it from an astrological view point, it is in fact the ultimate Chiron love story. Two people who have been wounded in the past, who share a “to hell with love” attitude, one trying to live without it, the other still licking his wounds, meet and immediately “recognize” each other’s sore spots, putting their fingers exactly where it hurts the most. As they are both hot-headed Italians the result is quite explosive 😉

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That’s how Nicolas Cage looked like 27 years ago – not so bad, eh?

Ronny Cammareri: You ruined my life.
Loretta Castorini: That’s impossible! It was ruined when I got here! *You* ruined *my* life!

Loretta’s (Cher) mother Rose is played by the wonderful Olympia Dukakis (who also won a Golden Globe, an Oscar and a BAFTA). She is equally struggling with her marriage in a side-plot and gains some great insight into a man’s brain from her daughter’s fiancé Johnny:

Rose: Why do men chase women?
Johnny: Well, there’s a Bible story… God… God took a rib from Adam and made Eve. Now maybe men chase women to get the rib back. When God took the rib, he left a big hole there, where there used to be something. And the women have that. Now maybe, just maybe, a man isn’t complete as a man without a woman.
Rose: [frustrated] But why would a man need more than one woman?
Johnny: I don’t know. Maybe because he fears death.
[Rose looks up, eyes wide, suspicions confirmed]
Rose: That’s it! That’s the reason!
Johnny: I don’t know…
Rose: No! That’s it! Thank you! Thank you for answering my question!

So, I’ll be heading out tonight like the grandfather … walking his dogs on the streets of New York City and howling at the moon with them “Piano … non tirare … ho detto di non tirare … guarda la bella luna!” (Slowly … stop pulling … I told you to stop pulling … behold the beautiful moon!)

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Moonstruck … part 2: a full moon, PMS & crazy theories about Richard Armitage

In about 5 hours the moon will be full. Since I woke up this morning I’ve been trying hard not to follow her example:

So only coffee but no breakfast before walking the dogs!
Ha!
The breakfast after walking the dogs however included two big slices of toast, soaked in maple sirup, with custard and blueberries.
Shit.
OK. I need a distraction. Pronto, because the fridge is full.
And. I. Still. Feel. Hungry.

So I played the viola until the fingertips of my right hand felt liked I’ve touched an electric fence and my bow arm threatened to fall off.

A vivid image of cheese pops up in my head…
Shut up brain, this is not going to happen.

So I sat down and played the piano for about half an hour – found out that in the first of my old sheet music books, which my dad gave back to me last weekend, there’s a note from my grandma: I’ve successfully finished that first part in January 1980 … awwww … sweet 🙂 … surely it’s time to have some bread and cheese now?

OK. There is only a small rest of a franconian “Obatzder” left … if you define small as in “an inch high on your toast” …
Bugger.

I need a distraction that involves more exercise. It’s too hot to take the dogs for another walk, but … hot … yeah ok I have some watering to do out in the garden, so shlepping the big watering pot around might qualify. A bit of digging in the dirt won’t hurt either.

One hour later … walking over to the fridge. Opening it. Taking a good look around. Closing it. Standing in front of it, looking hard at the closed door.

That won’t do. Grabbing the fags and heading to the terrace … normally I don’t smoke before sundown, but at least this will add no weight. An image of a stupid old anti-smoking-ad drifts through my head: Smoking makes you thin! (Illustrated by a skeleton.)
Yeah. Right. Whatever.

Sitting in the sun and dragging on the second Gauloise, I start wondering about the Armitage obviously channeling his inner hermit [sic!] since his birthday. What if …? What if I really am right about him playing John the Baptist in Yael’s Salomé in Washington from mid-october to mid-november (heading straight to south africa afterwards)? So he might be preparing for rehearsals right now. But because they haven’t published anything about the cast yet, he obviously can’t tweet about it? Losing his head would be a nice twist in his ongoing role-deaths.

After Yael tweeted on february 5, about her new production – I googled if she had cast someone already. On Backstage.com I found casting calls. I never saw “Salomé” on stage, but that strange Ken Russell movie, somewhere back in the 80s. As I was familiar with the story it struck me immediately, that they were searching for every leading role but “John the Baptist”. So I assumed, that she had found her baptist already 😉
 
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This was her latest tweet: an article about two new adaptions of an ancient [sic!] legend and here is a link to the play itself.

Well, we’ll know soon enough.
And I can’t believe that this post took me only an hour and I’m hungry again.

This is going to be a looong day.

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