And the birds flew right by and the earth made them sing

[sovay]

I spent the first half of Valentine's Day unromantically fulfilling some medical errands and then trying to sleep off a migraine, but in the evening I made keyn-ahora plans with rushthatspeaks and spatch and I ordered an accidentally four-person quantity of dinner from Chivo and watched Tales of the Tinkerdee (1962), an early fractured fairy tale of a Muppet curio whose relentlessly older-than-vaudeville gags we frequently missed from still laughing at a line about three jokes earlier. "A solid ruby gold-panning inlaid electric-fried antique!" After that I fell asleep on the couch.

Comments

[gwynnega]

Your Monster is an indie horror romcom musical. At the start of the film, young actress Laura is being released from the hospital after cancer surgery. Her boyfriend Jacob has just dumped her, and she's gone back to her childhood home to recuperate, alone and devastated. Jacob is the writer/director of a musical that's about to start rehearsals on Broadway. Laura had been deeply involved in developing the project, and Jacob promised her the lead (Laurie), but now he's taken it away from her.

At around this point, Laura discovers there's a monster living in her house. In fact he's always lived there, growing up alongside her, though she claims not to remember him. He's scary, but he's also perceptive, hilarious, artistic, and has major Beauty and the Beast vibes. He encourages Laura to stop stuffing down her anger and to reclaim her career. The movie works on the level of a romance between Laura and a literal monster, but also as Laura learning to love her own rage, which is of a piece with her creative passion. The film walks a fine line between which version is true. It's beautifully constructed, especially the finale, which manages to be triumphant and joyous at the exact moment that it paints Laura into a corner she's not going to be able to get out of when the credits roll.

[sovay]

The movie works on the level of a romance between Laura and a literal monster, but also as Laura learning to love her own rage, which is of a piece with her creative passion. The film walks a fine line between which version is true. It's beautifully constructed, especially the finale, which manages to be triumphant and joyous at the exact moment that it paints Laura into a corner she's not going to be able to get out of when the credits roll.

I can see why you have become obsessed with this movie; that sounds amazing.