I meant to wake early to get this post written and published, but the morning ended in lazing about in bed, squashed among three of the four kids, and the cat on top of me to boot. It felt nice, especially after a much too late night.
I was awake for no reason. I folded some clothes, packed a few boxes, but mostly I found myself awake and not feeling tired. In the background I put on the movie, The Great Gatsby, starring Leonardo DiCaprio and Tobey Maguire, and Carey Mulligan. It has been years since I read the book so I only had a vague recollection of the story and had an open mind going into the movie.
Overall, I enjoyed the movie. I loved the running commentary from Tobey Maguire's character, though at times I thought he shouted his lines too much. Carey Mulligan did a good job as Daisy, certainly true to character and I did not much like her (Daisy, not the actress). Joel Edgerton played Tom Buchanan, Daisy's husband, and despite his unlikeable character, he somehow moved me to pity at the end. And of course, the Great Gatsby himself, played by Leonardo DiCaprio. I have been a huge fan of DiCaprio's, way back before his Titanic performance that launched him into the teen fan base, from What's Eating Gilbert Grape and The Basketball Diaries. During the movie, I actually felt bothered by his performance, almost as if he was not up to par or was not quite sure how to play the character. It took the ending and a little reflection to realize that this was intentional, as he was playing the part of a man who made a new identity for himself.
As for the scenes and music, it worked well, very well. Initially, the music really threw me off. I mean, the music was by Jay-Z for goodness sake. Jay-Z in the 1920s, and certainly the first song threw me off, but thereafter, it blended and fit in with the movie style. Speaking of style, the entire movie I kept thinking, this reminds me of Romeo and Juliet, the modern version starring DiCaprio. The colors were brilliant, the scenery fantastic and nearly surreal, and yet a dismal, gray cast over the poorer walks of life. When I compared the two movies, I found the same director, Baz Luhrmann, and the same screenplay writer, Baz himself as well as Craig Pearce.
While I did enjoy the movie, the glimpse of the very lavish (and very poor), the book brought to life, and even a peek at World War 1, I do feel I should mention that the movie does contain sexual innuendo, drunkenness, and one particular vulgar party (no skin necessarily but extremely obvious drunkenness and sexual relations). The story line is based on a few love affairs so this is no surprise for those who have read the book. Compared to most modern movies, however, the scenes are quite tame.
Ok, so my morning reflection has become one long movie review. Not that it matters. This last week was another of cleaning and unpacking, nothing too crazy, except for having the plumber cancel because he cut off his finger! Yikes, can you imagine?
I will leave you with a few kid notes...
Miss Z received her first black eye thanks to walking in front of her swinging sister. Crazily enough, this was our first black eye ever as parents. Miss Z loves the new house and it my little shadow and helper. She's such a sweet girl, as long as she's tied to my hip.
Miss Bear has certainly defined drama queen lately. I cannot keep up with the mood swings, but when she's good, she's golden. I will concentrate on those moments. Here she is loving a dog statue left behind by the previous owner. Miss Bear loves animals and is dying to have a dog or a "baby kitten" or a rabbit or a mouse or even a toad to sleep with. She's fearless in picking up critters, even bugs. Another thing that has really popped out this last week with her? She is talking and talking and talking. It is never ending and she is making all these stories up, which is fun because Critter only makes stories up occasionally and Skipper, never.
Check out this smiling face. Critter was super excited to help out in ripping out the carpet. He's been very quiet lately, though I have noticed a little bit of sneakiness on his part and more make-believe, especially in tormenting his sister, who is too easily tormented. Oh, the job of big brothers - to play so nicely or to tease so mercilessly. Critter's also my creative one. Yesterday he spent a lot of time painting, turning out painting after painting (watercolors).
More smiles! Skipper has taken charge of Miss Z lately: watching her, playing with her, keeping her from crying, reading to her. He helps so much and it is so sweet to see him with her. My boy is so tall I often forget he is only 8. A few more inches and he will be taller than me! He has entered a bit of a whiny stage, God help me to not react. He has given me a bit of worry healthwise. Hopefully it is just me and my imagination. It is nothing big, just a lot of little things over the last few months (increased headaches, telling me his eyes bother him, paleness and dizziness that comes and goes very sporadically, and his last virus brought out diabetes symptoms - major peeing and drinking, eating, and a few pounds weight loss but then it all disappeared and he's regained his weight - all very confusing). I am not a patient person and tend to worry too much when it is just a feeling. I really should have learned by now not trust my feelings, but I am human, and a mom, after all.
Well, this sure is shaping up to be longer than I intended. Have a wonderful week, readers!