Somehow I managed to see 3 movies this weekend and they were all about supposedly dysfunctional families: The Savages, The House of Yes and Grey Gardens.
I loved The Savages and my sister hated it (you can see/read our respective reviews for details). She thought it was indie lite and I thought it was sad, real and understated.
It reminded me of my trip to Iowa to watch my shriveled, hairless grandpa dying. My father and grandmother and I spent a lot of time around his bedside but nothing of importance was said. In fact, we hardly said anything. And when he did die, it was a day like any other.
This is the plot of The Savages. As Americans move farther away from their families, community ties loosen and we all become more isolated, resulting in this sort of sad, emotionless scene when the time to die grows near. Are we human underneath it all or have we become savages?
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
- Robert Frost poem quoted by Little Edie
What is it about intellectuals, artists and dreamers that makes us so prone to isolation and unhappiness? Do you have to be dumb to lead a happy, healthy, normal well-adjusted life?
Or is it like the normal-girl Lesly points out in The House of Yes, are all these angst-y loners just spoiled and BORED?
Lesly: I don't think you're insane. Jackie-O: You don't? Lesly: No. Jackie-O: You don't think I'm an eensie weensie bit insane? Lesly: I don't think you're insane. I think you're just spoiled. Jackie-O: [exasperated] Oh please, if everyone around here is going to start telling the truth, I'm going to bed. 
Parker
Posey steals this film as Jackie-O. It is adapted from a play and has always been one of my favorite movies. After watching Grey Gardens I realized there are strong parallels between them. Familial ties that bind, and sometimes constrict, in ways that are awful but also comforting.
Jackie-O: I watch soap operas. I bake brownies. Normalcy is coursing through my veins.
Edith 'Little Edie' Bouvier Beale: 'Course, I'm mad about animals, but raccoons and cats become a little bit boring. I mean, for too long a time. 
This film is disturbing on many levels. Maybe because I can relate to it, maybe because I have a solid streak of Little Edie festering inside me and maybe because their lives do not seem all that terrible to me. Sure, I could do without the kitty pee, the flies and the madness but the dancing, singing and complex squabbling is rather nice. At least it stays interesting!
And why is it that Little Edie can run circles around every one in this movie except her fast-talking mother? Because normal sane people are a bit dull and Edie is just one big burning ball of intense life force and unrequited passions.
Edith 'Little Edie' Bouvier Beale: But you see in dealing with me, the relatives didn't know that they were dealing with a staunch character and I tell you if there's anything worse than dealing with a staunch woman... S-T-A-U-N-C-H. There's nothing worse, I'm telling you. They don't weaken, no matter what. It makes me glad that she tried a night club career in her 60s, even if she failed. It makes me sad that she died alone and was not found for 5 days. But people loved her, thousands of people still do. Maybe lots of people have a little dash of Little Edie and a penchant for creative headgear. Maybe that is why she struck such a chord.
Being eccentric and flashy is en vogue these days. Witness this disturbing
Bazaar spread with Mary-Kate Olsen and Lauren Hutton playing the
Beales. Voila, CRAZY becomes GLAMOROUS! EEK!
I am looking forward to the movie musical coming out this year and starring Drew Barrymore! I think Little Edie would be glad about her return to fashion. She would probably staple together a colorful outfit and prance around with an American flag to celebrate.
Little Edie
RIP
1917-2002
“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh," he whispered. 
“We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. 
It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them. 
“A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked” 
“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, 'What! You too? I thought I was the only one”
What a wretched lot of old shrivelled creatures we shall be by-and-by. Never mind--the uglier we get in the eyes of others, the lovelier we shall be to each other; that has always been my firm faith about friendship.
