Movie reverie – one from a book, one not
I’ve been a tad stressed the last couple of days. The splendor of Richard Bandler’s book campaign has been a mixed blessing. On the author’s side, a dream. You couldn’t ask for a more generous, cooperative author to work with. Everything else…well let’s just say, it’s time to talk movies…
I am not talking about brand spanking new movies, but rather flicks that have been around a couple of years. The first movie, Sixty Six, a British film, was made in 2006 but re-released in a limited number of theaters (too bad) just now. As far as I know, it’s attached to no book, but clearly to someone’s life.
Before I go on, picture Helena Bonham Carter as a Jewish mother from the 1960’s, beehive and all. Just that should make you want to run and see it.
Sixty six is the year. Bernie Reubens is the kid. The 13 year old kid to be exact. Bernie’s the awkward, picked-on kid, the one living in the shadow of his popular older brother. The kid whose only luck is bad.
Lo and behold in his religious (Hebrew) classes, he learns that his impending Bar Mitzvah is the event that will change all that. For one day Bernie Reubens would be the center of the universe.
The quirky boy makes his Bar Mitzvah his obsession. In the backyard garage, he has a table set up, more like a shrine devoted to things Bar Mitzvah. Catering menus, a place setting, pictures, seating charts, everything to make this day his perfect one.
There’s one glitch.
The World Cup falls on the same day. And, England could qualify for the finals. No one would come to Bernie’s Bar Mitzvah if this happened.
Bernie makes it his singleminded mission to prevent England from competing in the finals. How he tries to do this is plain hysterical. Let’s just say that there’s some hocus pocus involved and tons of laughs.
There’s another glitch. Bernie’s dad’s career takes a bad financial turn. Don’t get me started about the father character. Played by actor Eddie Marsan, the odd elder Reubens is a cartoon-like character with amazing comedic timing. In a Mr. Magoo kind of way.
If I said what happens to Bernie is comedy of errors, I would be understating it. From bad to worse, and bad again, Bernie’s day isn’t looking like his dream Bar Mitzvah. But some bittersweet things happen between he and his dad. Enough to tug your heart. And, tug again.
Almost never have I been to a movie that made me laugh during the introduction and then tear up at the end. Even the credits are worth watching since the actors’ names are superimposed over film footage of an actual ’60’s Bar Mitzvah, which happens, I’m assuming, to be that of the director’s older brother. His was Bernie’s dream day.
I only collect the odd movie DVD from the movies that I adore. As soon as this becomes available, it’s mine. I’ll have a Sixty Six party. Prerequisite, you must be born before that year.
Supposedly, Sixty Six is based on the director, Paul Weilland’s life. I know some Brits who remember the World Cup of 1966 with special affection. And, I personally remember a variety of awkward boys confronting their manhood at many a Bar Mitzvah. (where I smoked my fist cigarette in the synagogue bathroom.)
Then there’s the dad stuff…
Go see it!
Movie number two, Persepolis, based on a graphic novel will just have to wait. Too pooped to expound. Maybe you’ll see it and write to me about how much you enjoyed it. It’s in a class by itself.
Back to books soon.
Ah, I feel much better now.
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