We watch a lot of movies in our home, and they are often ones that we already know backwards and forwards. I’ve always preferred “popping in a movie” to playing music, and I think it’s just because my mind wanders too much when I’m alone with music. I start cleaning my home, I put on an album that I’ve been wanting to listen to, and next thing I know I’m regretting something that I did in eighth grade, and wanting to reactivate my Facebook so that I can re-friend all of those people that I un-friended in tenth grade. It makes no sense, but it’s my reality. So, when I need noise, I know that I can count on my favorite movies to fill the space, and carry my mind into that movie world that feels so, so good.
You’ve Got Mail is one of them. It has my favorite holidays, my favorite times of the year, lines that are applicable in every day life, and a soundtrack that sticks with me. It has Kathleen Kelly’s wardrobe that I can identify with. It has a children’s bookstore decorated with twinkle lights and stuffed Arthurs and Madelines on the bookstore shelves. It has joy, and warmth and the movie feels like a warm blanket. It has Kathleen Kelly crawling into bed with her shoes on — a part that always made my mom cringe.
This movie sets me straight.
“When you read a book as a child, it becomes a part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your whole life does.”
“Happy Thanksgiving, back.”
“I gotta go get some eucalyptus candles, ’cause they make my apartment smell moss-ay.”
“Whatever else anything is, it ought to begin by being personal.”