rachel getting married

A dear friend and I went off of our typical box-office boycot (because hello!! $9!?!? That's insane.) to see Rachel Getting Married. We'd heard good things. We hadn't done something together in a while and it was a cold day (which equals movies in my mind).

Aside for the raging allergy eye that plagued me throughout the film, I loved the movie.

If you can put all of the wildly eclectic characters aside (they are many), you see a very realistic portrait of a family, ten years after a grievous tragedy. There are many movies about grief, but few that look at it ten years later. Feeling mildly bound to the characters by their grief, I empathized with their very real struggles, the reality of their turbulent relationships and their ultimate resignation to love each other (I'm not giving anything away, I don't think). The sisters relationship felt like my sister relationship in a bizarre alternate ending sequence.

On a different level, I thought the spirit of the movie captures something very odd about bourgeois American spirituality. The characters inoffensively speak of God, dabble in Hindu traditions, and pray collectively over the wedding cake. As the film flickered on, I couldn't help but wonder how the characters had managed to find such a uniformly open-minded group of friends (and talented). I found the joy in celebration delightfully void of puritanically and Victorian pomp and circumstance, but also very void of a connection to things outside of what the marrying couple had decided to mash together. That is to say, they embodied the a la carte spirituality that seems void of something larger than itself.

Perhaps I'm reading too far into this aspect of the film. If you've seen it, let me know what you thought.



A few weekends ago, I spent the day with a few good friends helping with grape harvest at their vineyard. It was one of many beautiful fall weekends we've enjoyed in Missouri this autumn. More pictures to come.