"Salt-crisped scales"!!!! You write so well and, if I'm not mistaken, so fast! Your depth on this beloved movie just kept going and going and going.
Thank you! I have seen it more than once, which helps. And there's so much to love in it.
She insisted on bringing a little bucket to preschool. (We gave her one that used to hold feta cheese. I printed out an image from the movie and taped it on.) She always wanted me to play Gran Mamare. I would beam at her and extend a gracious hand and boom melodiously and this would make her laugh.
I think that is wonderful. I bet you were a superb sea-goddess.
This movie would make us want soft-serve vanilla ice cream.
Understandable. I just fixated on the ramen.
One of our favorite parts was when she was so bummed at her husband not coming home that she sulked, lay slumped on the floor, and finally cracked open a beer and yelled when it foamed over her hand. Husband and I would marvel at such an honest portrayal of what it was like to parent small kids and shake our heads that we didn't think we'd ever see such a nonjudgmental scene in an American film.
I don't even have children of my own and I found it intensely relatable! And yes, the Hollywood film is what I was imagining would be much less matter-of-fact about Lisa. She's not a "perfect" mother; that doesn't mean she's not a great one.
That boat.
I love their sea-journey, the drowned streets, the ammonoids, the small sea-life everywhere. I dream, literally, of cities like that.
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Thank you! I have seen it more than once, which helps. And there's so much to love in it.
She insisted on bringing a little bucket to preschool. (We gave her one that used to hold feta cheese. I printed out an image from the movie and taped it on.) She always wanted me to play Gran Mamare. I would beam at her and extend a gracious hand and boom melodiously and this would make her laugh.
I think that is wonderful. I bet you were a superb sea-goddess.
This movie would make us want soft-serve vanilla ice cream.
Understandable. I just fixated on the ramen.
One of our favorite parts was when she was so bummed at her husband not coming home that she sulked, lay slumped on the floor, and finally cracked open a beer and yelled when it foamed over her hand. Husband and I would marvel at such an honest portrayal of what it was like to parent small kids and shake our heads that we didn't think we'd ever see such a nonjudgmental scene in an American film.
I don't even have children of my own and I found it intensely relatable! And yes, the Hollywood film is what I was imagining would be much less matter-of-fact about Lisa. She's not a "perfect" mother; that doesn't mean she's not a great one.
That boat.
I love their sea-journey, the drowned streets, the ammonoids, the small sea-life everywhere. I dream, literally, of cities like that.