Several years ago, a very dear friend told me that her favorite movie was Amélie. Immediately and without question, I logged into Netflix and put this film at the top of my queue. Only, I should have asked her to spell it for me because I inadvertently ordered a film called Emile, and that movie just flat out sucked. I should have been suspicious when I noticed that Emile had a user rating of only 2 out of 5 stars, but no, I wasn’t. I’m a good friend like that. And/or oblivious.
For a long time after that I wondered what on earth my friend could have liked so much about Emile that it would be her favorite movie. I just chalked it up to the fact that she is so deep and spiritual and that I simply must not have gotten it. Oh well. No surprise there. My husband frequently has to explain movie endings, West Wing episodes, and Mentos commercials to me. Shoot, I’ve seen The Usual Suspects about 7 times and I still don’t know who the hell Keyser Söze is. Der.
Unfortunately, since my friend and I have a whole basketball team of kids between us and never have the opportunity for uninterrupted chat, I never did ask her what she liked so much about Emile. And then after a while, I just plumb forgot.
But as luck would have it, I was flipping through my instant Netflix queue yesterday and out of the blue, Netflix recommended a movie I would like based on my previous movie choices…
“Oooooh…. award winner,” I thought to myself. And “That’s a nice face. I like that face. Look at her impish little grin!” Followed by “I just love red lipstick.” And “I need a cute haircut.” See how my mind works? It’s no wonder I can’t follow complex plot lines.
And that’s when it hit me.
“Amélie. AH-meh-lee. Ah-MEH-lee? Hmmm. Where have I heard that name before? Oh my God. THIS must be the movie my friend was talking about!!!”
And so I watched it.
And now I totally get why it is my friend’s favorite!
This movie is amazing. Absolutely DEEE-LIGHTFUL. I could watch it over and over, and probably will. In fact, I’m smiling just thinking about it. If you are looking for a feel-good movie that will make you laugh, think, and appreciate the simpler pleasures of life, look no further.
This film is in French with English subtitles, which may be a deal breaker for the kind of people who are still enjoying Freedom Fries with their triple-bypass-burgers. But for the rest of us, the French language and voices just add to the charm and whimsy. Plus, I always feel like I get a good mental workout having to read subtitles that fast, and the exertion keeps me awake, which is another bonus.
Warning – this film is rated R for a teeny bit of sexual content, so don’t watch it while the kiddies are all up in your biscuits. Or do like I do and just send them out of the room to make you a big ol’ bowl of microwave popcorn during the nekkid scenes.
In summary, trust your friends and their movie choices, and if you’re not sure about something, ASK them… if you can remember.
Now go rent or buy the movie Amélie. While you’re at it, buy a copy for me.
In appreciation of the little things,
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