I hear the reprise beginning now…The von Trapp family is climbing the last mountain out of Austria. They made it! Whew!
I resist watching the same movies over and over again because I always think it’s going to be boring. Especially for the millionth time. But, even though I may grumble initially, I can’t help getting engaged. I get interested in looking more closely at the scenes to appreciate a particular bit I like, or pick up missed details or catch errors. Of course I have to join in with every one else as they repeat the dialogue and, best of all, sing along.
Tonight, however, I was told I was not allowed to sing because I was a grouch about watching. But I managed to sneak in a few bars.
I think I am finally coming out of the grinch mode this year. Movies are the best drugs. Bring on It’s a Wonderful Life and Miracle on 34th St.