What a glorious movie! I saw it tonight at the Hyland Cinema in London. Take an upper crust 60-something wife (Sandra) who has been dumped by her husband for a younger woman, put her into the ramshackle apartment of her free-spirited sister (Bif), and watch life evolve.
Mrs. Socialite was such a privileged bitch for much of the movie, tearing down the people around her as she was overwhelmed by pain. Sis got her out to a dance club where she first of all refused to join in but memories of her childhood dancing, aided by a video of her as a kid (supplied by Bif), slowly led Sandra to move her feet again.
We learn of Charlie, a friend of Bif, who is accompanying his wife on the last stages of her Alzheimer’s disease. It was so heartbreaking to see him reaching out to her while she slapped him away, not recognizing her husband.
Gradually Sandra lets herself have fun again, especially in the dancing, and she and Charlie do a lot of smiling together. But she’s afraid of being hurt again and stands back from him some.
As Bif is dying from stage four lung cancer (the very disease that took my dear wife Jody), she thinks of her true love who was killed in a car accident. She chose never to give herself to love again, and pleads with Sandra not to make the same mistake.
Many, many slices of life flowed across the screen. It was all very real. I often saw my life. I bet others in the audience did too.
Sandra eventually chose to make a leap of faith. As the credits rolled, the song “I’m Running To The Future” blasted our souls and we the audience applauded in recognition.
And now I look at me. It does feel that I’m running to whatever’s next. What will the bike ride across Canada bring to me? Where will my Mutual Awakening practice with folks from around the world have me land? And who will I be in the years to come?
I welcome the unfolding