Wednesday, June 12, 2013

You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate

Here's another weird little moment; one of my favourites, actually.

I was at my cousin's place, and he and I were chatting about school field trips, theatre, and then Shakespeare productions we've seen in our lives. My favourites of these were Henry V, and Henry IV, Part II. I saw them in high school on one of our many English class field trips to the Stratford Festival, roughly between 1979 and 1982.

My cousin, formerly a stage actor, is great to talk to about these matters. I said, one of the best things about Henry V was the actor who played Henry -- Jack Wetherall. All these years later, I still remember his name, I said.

My cousin's phone rings.

Cousin answers.

It's Jack Wetherall.

"We were just talking about you."


Don't you just love the world sometimes? I sure do.

Monday, June 10, 2013

It doesn't work this way. Well how does it work?

Here's something weird. Not cray-cray weird. Just one of those small moments that show up from time to time in this funny old world.

This morning, as I was getting ready for work, my mind wandered around, as it does, and I thought of the "I love that you..." speech Harry makes to Sally in the last scene of the movie.

Sally: I'm sorry Harry, I know it's New Years Eve, I know
you're feeling lonely, but you just can't show up here, tell me
you love me and expect that to make everything alright.
It doesn't work this way.
Harry: Well how does it work?
Sally: I don't know but not this way.
Harry: Well how about this way. I love that you get
cold when it's seventy one degrees out, I love that it takes you an hour
and a half to order a sandwich, I love that you get a little crinkle
above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts, I love that
after I spend a day with you I can still smell your perfume on my clothes
and I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go
to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because
it's New Years Eve. I came here tonight because when you realise you want
to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of the
life to start as soon as possible.
I love this scene, and I love this movie. But never mind.

I get on the subway; it's a bit crowded, so I'm able while standing to read over a young woman's shoulder. What's she reading? The screenplay for When Harry Met Sally. What page is she on? The page with this very scene.

In the 28 years I've been riding the subway I don't think I've ever read a screenplay over someone's shoulder. (I read them though. You should know, just in case you ever get the chance to *quietly, please* read over my shoulder.)

Ain't it a funny old world? And ain't life grand?