Once upon a blog entry I wrote about the memories that movies make. I wrote about the first time I saw 007 on the big screen, going to the movies after loved ones passed, and my first kiss.
I was reminded of it the other day as I sat down to rewatch 2005’s Cinderella Man. The one where Russell Crowe played the boxer James Braddock during his come back in the mid 1930’s. When I pulled the movie off the shelf, there was no reason to put it on except I hadn’t seen it in a while.
How quickly that changed. I remembered how excited I was to see the movie when it was released that summer.
I remember really wanting to squeeze it in on a busy Friday but held off. In part because I wanted to enjoy the film without being rushed but more importantly my Grandma was coming up later in the week for dinner and to spend the night. The day she was coming up I had off. She was coming up early to go to lunch with me and so she could stop by Dillard’s for some shopping. I offered to take her to the movie with me, to catch a matinee. Much to my surprise she said she’d go. We had lunch at the loop, which was half a mile from Dillard’s, and after a quick excursion for some shopping we drove to Southpoint to catch the movie.
I remember us both really loving the movie. I like those kind of underdog stories and my Grandma loved Russell Crowe. Occasionally my Grandpa would lovingly joke that Russell Crowe was her boyfriend that my Grandma never told anyone about.
What I remembered more then anything was the car ride home. While the conversation was still about the movie it migrated into her time during the great depression. She talked about listening to the James J Braddock fights on the radio with her father. There was one fight in particular she flash backed to, which was portrayed as the climax of the film. In addition to listening to the fight with her father, my future Grandpa was there listening with them. I enjoyed listening to the excitement in her voice.
Remembering this now is more important to me then doing it this point last year or next. This is the first holiday season without my Grandma. A handful of her dvd’s now sit in my collection (and some will be awarded at my Oscar party in her honor). I think, in the next few weeks leading up to the holiday, I’ll make a point to rewatch some of those dvd’s. It seems like the thing to do since the first film I watched after her passing was The Conjuring, a blu ray she gave me at Christmas a few years ago.
I ask you now, dear readers, what are there any movies that you relate to like that? If so what are they and please share the story this holiday season.
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