I just bought the DVD of Moonstuck and I watched it last night. I love that movie.
It reminds me of the Italian side of my family. Or at least, my memories of what that side of the family is like. The scenes in the kitchen with everyone talking at once and the mother cooking for everyone and hands flying around while they talk - that's how I remember The Family. Everyone is in each other's business but they do it out of love and would do anything for the other.
Here's a photograph from my grandparent's house in Fairfield, CT. It's my Great Aunt Helen, Great Aunt Millie, Great Aunt Jo, my Nana, Papa Artie, and my Great Uncle Sil, all playing cards. It must have been taken in the early 80's, since my Aunt Helen passed away in 1985.
That movie also did a lot to form my romantic notions of love. I'm still dreaming of the day where I get to meet my love at the Met (or some other fancy performance hall) and see an opera or play or symphony. And I surprise him by being all dressed up and gorgeous and he is all dressed up and gorgeous. Later we stand together at the window, watching the moon, wrapped in a shawl. *swooning sigh*
Cher's character is beautiful and strong and tender. She's coming into her own, taking control of her life, to live a life of passion (with Ronnie) rather than playing it safe (with Johnnie). She looks equally good dressed to the nines at the opera as she does in her oversized sweater and leggings in the morning. She knows what she wants and asks for it.
I always wanted to be like that. *heh* You know, I think maybe, just maybe, I am becoming her.
