Saturday, March 21, 2009

A Perfect Day For Vampires


It's a hazy, overcast day in Southern California. No sun in sight. A perfect day for vampires. (Isn't today the first day of spring??) I just made a pizza run (2 large pepperoni-and-sausage pies) for two teens and two almost-theres who are huddled around our flat-screen TV watching the movie "Twilight," which was just released on DVD last night at 12:01 a.m. Let the stampede begin!

My teen had been BEGGING me for two weeks to reserve a copy. I didn't feel the same urgency, knowing full well that Paramount, or whatever greedy movie studio owns this movie, has made sure that supply will well exceed demand.

When I surprised her with the DVD today (a spontaneous purchase, on my part), she squealed. No lie. And then she invited a friend over to watch it. I was amused at how excited they were to see a movie they had both already seen, one that had so much hype behind it the first time and exhausted her so emotionally, how could there possibly be any thrills left?

I tried to remember what movie made me feel that way when I was a teen. "Grease?" (I loved the sexual tension between John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John!) "Wizard of Oz?" (Nah, didn't stir up my hormones quite the same way) Oh, OK . . . "The Way We Were" with Barbara Streisand and Robert Redford. Yep, that movie was my "Twilight." I still recall the palpable longing and desire the two had for each other in the final scene when Redford is hailing a cab in New York and catches a glimpse of Streisand across the street. She turns toward him, their eyes meet and BINGO! We witness a rare moment: true love.

Maybe that's what is keeping these girls so quiet in the next room. A chance to witness that miracle for a second time. We all dream of true love, no matter what our age. (Some of us even pray we get a second shot at it!) I can only hope for my teen and tween that their real-life encounter with true love someday will be well worth the price of admission.












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