
I have been a devoted movie fan since I was a kid. Winter weekends spent cuddled up in my parents family-room, watching black and whites, learning the landscape of movies and movie stars dating back to the early thirties was truly one my favorite things. My father shared this passion and often watched with me, educating me from his own vault of superior knowledge of movie facts and trivia. He even frequently knew the true names of many movie stars, making me laugh, telling me things like Tony Curtis was really born ‘Bernard Schwartz.”
With this background, I am one of those fans who absolutely loves disappearing in the dark of the movie theatre, with popcorn and soda and watching scenes of the human drama playing out.
My most recent visit to the world of the movie theatre was both a delight and a cause for deep internal debate. First, I saw “Twilight”, the Stephenie Meyer novel about star-crossed lovers Bella Swan and Edward Cullen. They suffer an impossible love because Bella is human and Edward is a vampire, an immortal relegated to a world of super-human powers, agelessness, sleeplessness and entirely other-than his fellow schoolmates. The movie and the book series by Meyer are hugely popular, primarily among women ranging from early teens to young moms.
I can see the attraction. “Twilight” defies the stereotypical vampire world I was raised with. Dracula, while always getting the girl, still remained the evil that had to be destroyed. Bella’s true love though, is aware that there are ways to avoid the evil of other vampires… he and his adoptive family never prey on humans, they restrain their beastly tendencies and even war against other, more murderous gangs of vampires.
Next up was “The Secret Life of Bees” another film based on a bestseller by author Sue Monk Kidd. Where “Twilight” merely entertained, “Secret Life of Bees” offered deep lessons on relationships, love, acceptance, forgiveness and hope.
Both films are directed at feminine audiences. Yet, where one focuses almost entirely on sensuality, dark personae and fantasy, the other is firmly grounded in historicity, the complexities of race in the 1960s south, the problems of abandonment, abuse, and ultimately the power of love and forgiveness.
My hope is that women of all ages are more drawn to the honeyed-richness of “Bees.”
