Thursday, October 14, 2010

Real Life vs. The Movies

I decided last weekend that the main difference between real life and the movies is not the beautiful people or the witty dialogue or the zombies.  It's the spontaneous songs. 

And not the spontaneous songs like in Glee or Chicago where it's part of the theatricality. The kind that are actually meant to be part of real life, that always occur in the kitchen, and are meant to show how CHARMING and FUN and WHIMSICAL everyone is.  How, despite the fact that they're (GASP!) single, or childless, or clumsy, or old, or wrinkly, or whatever, they're still FUN and enjoy life.

The Scarlet Lily family regular breaks out in dances around the house.  Funny dances, often not set to any music of any kind, and I can buy that.  I just can't buy the songs.

But I guess if you're a song family, if you REALLY do that, than you need to write me.  Because I just don't buy it and I get upset when movies use it to force me to believe that someone is lovable despite their faults.  Stop it, Hollywood!

5 comments:

Just Another Idealist said...

Yum, A & I broke into spontaneous dance on Tuesday night while looking at Yum's newly refurbished end table. I guess that makes us a song family. I like it.

Wonderland said...

My family is totally a song family. I'll tell you long and hilarious stories about the random songs which get sung, made up, over acted, etc all the time in my family. My grandmother was particularly fond of humming sing-song cuss words all day long, but that's a whole other thing...

die Frau said...

We sing all the friggin' time. We make up songs, we throw scraps of song into conversations....

I also recall one memorable afternoon where, utterly randomly, my sisters and I began scatting and did so for about fifteen minutes or more, truly out of NOWHERE. It was terrific.

Hell, I might break into song right now.

I don't think it's the singing as much as it is the CHOREOGRAPHY, like in She's All That where they had this whole number to "Funk Soul Brother". I call shenanigans on that shit.

Alaina said...

HA! Never the extended family dinner Say A Little Prayer/My Best Friend's Wedding-style...but the cat is our involuntary fly girl and we are singing and dancing ALL the time -- currently busting moves to B.o.b's Magic.

Leslie said...

Over the weekend the Man and I made up a song lamenting the fact that the Burlington mall had a severe lack of "slim fit" shirts for men. It was called "No slim fits in Burlington" and we sang it in the style of Johnny Cash and June Carter...

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