we’ll always have paris
So, I come home from seeing Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris–a movie my friend Kristy has begged me to see, predicting I will laugh out loud when Hemingway begins his soliloquy (she was right)–and Casablanca is playing on the Turner classic channel. Having a colorful 2010 perspective sandwiched against a black/white view from the 1940s made for some rich pondering. I remember someone saying that all that’s required to convey Paris on film is to show the Eiffel Tower through an open window a la Bogie and Bergman. Woody gives us a full walking tour and some wickedly fun characters.
I don’t think I’m spilling any secrets, but Allen’s current movie is about the human tendency to feel that life in another time/place/context with different people/challenges/conditions would have been better. The truth, of course, is that such nostalgia is a nice place to visit but no place to live. The constant comparison keeps us from being who we are, where we are.
And that’s where I am this first day after the 10th anniversary of 9/11. I’m wondering if our passing this 10-year mark will help us, as a country, move out of the depths which we’ve clearly been in since that horrific September day. And I’m wondering, as much brighter people than I are suggesting, to what degree that psychological/spiritual depression has fed our financial depression. And if we now have received our “blessing” to begin rebuilding.
There is no returning to the way things were. There is no forgetting what we’ve seen and whom we’ve lost. But we are the living. It’s our time–and our responsibility– to move forward.