24 December

Review: “La-La-Land:” Here’s To Those Who Dream

by Jon Katz
To Those Who Dream

Here’s To Those Who Dream, Foolish As They May Seem; Here’s To The Hearts That Ache, Here’s To The Mess They make.”  -La La Land.

On Christmas weekend, a gift for those who love movies, and for those who wish or need to be touched and uplifted and entertained. The movie’s story telling is simple and powerful, both stirring and touching at the same time. Emma Stone and Ryan Gosling are terrific.

La La Land opens this weekend, and Maria and I got to see the first showing in Saratoga Springs, N.Y.

This is a movie about the world of dreams, and how beautiful and powerful movies used to be and now, rarely are. These two great performances ground and cement a movie of brilliant technical skill and a kind of cinematic style that was thought to be lost in Hollywood.

La La Land reminds us why Hollywood became so successful in the first place, it was the palace of dreams.

People expecting Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers will be disappointed, I think, La La Land has great color and style, but it goes deeper than those old dance movies, it is an homage to people who dream and for the struggle and heartbreak that often accompanies their yearning.

It is a film I did not want to stop watching, it was full of joy and sadness and magic, from the terrific acting (especially of Stone) and the almost forgotten power of music and dance to lift our spirits and fire up our imaginations. I saw a dozen people, dancing and humming and tapping their feet as they left the theater, the score will get into your head and stay there for a good while.

La La Land does not sugar coat or romanticize the creative process. Anyone in my line of work  or any creative work knows all too well that most people don’t get to follow their dreams, and those who do often pay dearly for the trip, for the mess they make.

I have lived such a life, I have followed my dream to be a writer and never quit on it, even when I should have. I have paid for that and so have many people close to me, I made some staggering messes.

Maria has followed her dream to be an artist, and it has often been so hard for her. I cannot count the number of times each of us doubted ourselves and nearly gave up, our bond was forged by a deep commitment we each made to the dreams of one another.

It is so often necessary for dreamers to be told by someone they trust and love that they can make it, that they should not ever quit, they should hang on through all of the storms and traumas and rejections and humiliations. And every now and then, great joy and satisfaction.

I always believed that if I gave up on my dreams, I would live a hollow life, a substitute live. That has never been bearable to me.

Director (and writer) Damien Chazelle reminds us how beautiful dreams can be, and how inspiring movies can be.

Sometimes, the movie literally sails up to the stars and takes the audience with it.  My foot was tapping for half of the film. I realize that this movie is very close to my heart, and in a less glamorous way, my life.

When young writers ask me for advice, I always say the same thing: don’t ever listen to your parents and siblings and take that day job, you’ll always be afraid to give it up and everyone in your life will tell you not to. Ruin and terror are great motivators. If you set out to follow your dreams,  don’t ever look back. It is possible, I know. Over time, I have seen that the people who find their dreams are the most determined, not always the most gifted.

The creative life is all about finding strength, determination and above all, encouragement. Talent helps also, but lots of people have more talent than me, few are as willful. Maria and I are committed to one another’s dreams, we support each other in every way, and that has made a huge difference. It is so difficult to chase your dreams and be alone, as the movie also suggests.

I appreciate that the movie captured the pain of dreams as well as the rewards. The film manages to be honest but also wonderfully rewarding and never  depressing. Maria and I both cried more than once and the color and choreography and terrific.

The movie is a reflection of its major them song, and a tribute to those who dream, foolish as they often see, and to the hearts that ache and the messes they make.

Speaking as objectively as I can, this a wonderful movie, a perfect movie for this weekend, these times. Maria loved it as much as did. I don’t have a single nit to pick with it, and there is always something to squawk about. It is just as touching and delightful and imaginative as it appears to be, I would recommend it without any reservation at all.

It is also PG-13, a great, even important film for kids nine or ten and up. And there is not a single explosion, car crash or chase.

I believe it is the job of creative people to life the spirits and touch the souls of people, and to make shape of the color and light and mystery of the world. It was also once the job of Hollywood to make films like La La Land, and lift up the spirits of people. How refreshing to see them doing it again.

24 December

Sacrifice: A New Chapter For My Jeans

by Jon Katz
Sacrifice

It began yesterday when I heard Maria, in her sweet and innocent voice, asking how I felt about the pants I was wearing, if I felt I really needed them. I replied, somewhat huffily, that I was wearing them, so I guess I did need them. But I knew where this was going, she had spotted a place in her new quilt for my pants, and they were, she said, the right color, they were faded and even had some paint splatters on them.

But she sighed innocently, she could always drive off and find a thrift store somewhere, she was sure she could find some jeans there, perhaps not this color, which was precisely what she wanted for the side of her new quilt (above.)

I knew she was going to get those pants, even if she had to cut them right off of me. Innumerable shirts, nightshirts, sweaters,  pants, even underwear, have suffered this same fate, people perhaps have no idea how much of me is hanging in those wall hangings and quilts.

It always starts with that same fiendish, what-me look. And it always ends the same way. You do not want to get between Maria and a quilt.

Last night, when I got ready for bed, I turned them over to her – she had been starting at them unnervingly all day- and she pretended to be shocked. I knew the quilt was already all done in her head, and my pants were in it.

This afternoon, she went into her studio and I saw one pants leg on the floor, already part of her new quilt, and the rest of my pants had been washed and were spread over the ironing board, getting chopped up. I winced and Maria told me not to be silly, this was just another chapter for the pants.

The quilt is beautiful. It’s not a bad fate for old means.

Year dear, I said, sipping out the door. You are probably right.

24 December

Christmas Feeling: Where’s Red?

by Jon Katz
Where’s Red?

I am careful in therapy work to never let Red out of my sight, it’s just not good practice. But we do have our rituals and practices at the Mansion. Yesterday, I went into the office to drop something off, and Red decided to go find Connie and visit with her. To find Connie, he has to walk down a hallway, turn left past some benches, turn left again into a different hallway, walk past 10 or 15 doors, some open, some closed, past the activity room, down a long passageway. Connie’s room is towards the end of the passageway on the right.

Her door is usually open, if it isn’t, Red will lie down and wait until I get there. If it is he will approach her, she is usually in her chair near the doorway, now surrounded by tanks and tubs full of the yarn people have been sending her. I am going to ask her if she would like to sell any of it, perhaps through my blog or Maria’s. Those two are becoming friends.

When I was done in the office, I walked down the hallway and came to Connie’s room. I never have to ask where Red is, he is usually with Connie at the beginning of our visits.

Red was already hard at work. These two have a deep connection now, they understand one another and communicate easily and lovingly with one another. At this point, I usually back off to leave them to their conversation.

Connie and I are also talking more, we have more in common than I might have thought

24 December

Merry Christmas To Bob

by Jon Katz
At The Dump

It’s ironic, I told Maria, but some of the nicest men I know work at the town dump. Bob is one of them, ever since my open heart surgery I can barely touch a garbage can without Bob pulling it out of my hands. Fate is crazy about him, she starts squealing and wriggling miles away from the dump.

He always has a biscuit or a donut for her and she loves to hang around with him a bit. Red has his friends, but Fate has hers. I am fortunate to have two border collies who love people that much. I told Bob he looks like Santa Claus, but more important, he embraces the Christmas spirit all year, he is a very good man.

24 December

Fate’s Christmas Eve: Hanging Out At The Dump. A Christmas Feeling

by Jon Katz
Hanging Out At The Dump

We go to the town dump – recycling station – on Saturdays, the car is stuffed with garbage cans, recycling, cardboard. Fate comes with us, she loves the dump and especially the workers there. If it is not too crowded, I let her out of the car and she hangs out in the office, there is a box of biscuits there.

Fate adores people – all people, and she has good friends at the dump. She sits in the office helping people pay to bring their trash and when we are done, she hops into the car and we leave. Her love of people is quite profound. Today, the dumped closed at noon in honor of Christmas Eve. Maria and I are going out to see “La-La-Land,’ I’m looking forward to it, and will write about it later.

The dump we eerily still today, we were the only people there. Still, the day has a strong Christmas Spirit feeling to it. We went to the Round House Cafe for breakfast, we brought home some wonderful mushroom barley soup.  There were a half-dozen people there to hug and wish Merry Christmas, including Scott Carrino and Connie Brooks from Battenkill.

I think we have found our community. The dogs have found theirs as well. In the morning, we’re going to the Mansion in the morning to say hello to the people who have no families to visit with. We’ll also go and visit the Gulley’s, just to say hello.

Maria gave me a beautiful lotus candle this morning, I have some things for her tomorrow. A lovely Christmas, I wish the same for all of you.

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