I have the flu. Relax. You can’t catch it just by reading this, but I’m sure you can sympathize. Getting the flu in winter feels almost unoriginal. And I really don’t have time for this right now, either. I have a new single launching Monday, followed shortly thereafter by a new video. I have concerts to prepare and gowns to hem. I don’t want to be lying on my couch like a lox!
Of course being sick does give friends a chance to display some of their best qualities. Tabitha called and said she’d come over with some movies, which was touching since she has her own kids to deal with and a pretty demanding husband. I asked which ones and then told her to stay uptown. Much as I want to see what Hollywood’s got on offer for this year’s Oscar choices, it didn’t sound like any of the screeners would make me feel better.
I was contemplating a knitting project when Merton called to check in on me. I said, “Can you bring me some happiness?” … and you know what? He did!
We began our get-well film festival with the Elvis Presley classic, Blue Hawaii.
Here’s my summary: Elvis Presley sings songs and surfs and defies his father a little bit.
Virtually the minute it ended, we moved directly onto Beach Blanket Bingo.
The best part about watching either of these films when you’re sick is that if you fall asleep for a few minutes, or longer, you can still follow the plot when you wake up!
Beach Blanket Bingo has some terrific production numbers! It’s the cinematic equivalent to a TWIX bar.
Speaking of food, after some chicken soup (which Tabitha brought down— thanks, doll!), we watched one more, Girls, Girls, Girls.
I’ll confess: I didn’t pay close attention to Girls, Girls, Girls. All the stories and colors started to blend, and I was feverish, but it was perfect “sick” viewing. These are among the dumbest, easiest to follow films ever created. Even my dog enjoyed them!
Does anyone still watch these crazy postcards to our postwar euphoria? They clearly won’t go down in history like Citizen Kane or Gone With the Wind. They aren’t African Queen or Casablanca, or even Singin’ in the Rain or Band Wagon.
Where will these flicks wind up in the bin of posterity? Will they simply be for sick days? Have you ever seen them or even heard of them? What are your “sick day” favorites?