We’re going to need a montage

There are certain films I have earmarked for whenever I feel I need to be inspired – something to essentially give me a kick up the backside and help me decide what to focus on. Yes, they’re usually rom-coms. What they have in common is that wake-up call moment, where the character has a silent epiphany to knock them out of whatever problem they’re having; then comes the montage of them taking action, piecing themselves back together, taking control. From Carrie getting her assistant and redesigning her apartment, to Meg Ryan in The Women putting her relationships aside and creating a mood board of her own fashion label (my personal favourite), to Alice in How To Be Single deciding to quit the dick-sand and train to hike the Grand Canyon and Bridget getting on a spin bike and finding a new job; all of them are of women having a moment of clarity that helps them find out who they want to be next. As the viewer, I love it (who doesn’t love a montage? Bonus points if there’s dancing) and am practically cheering them on from the sofa.

Well. I have watched those films many times (and others like them). I’ve read countless books with similar situations spread across the pages. And I’m still waiting for my montage.

It comes back to why I chose this title for the blog; I don’t know how to know what I want in a way that helps me make a plan. And the more I watch these films – in the hope the characters’ epiphanies will help to spark my own – the less I feel I’ll ever know. How do people (not the ones the scriptwriters create, I mean real people now) make huge life decisions and plan out their next moves with such certainty?

2017 has been a weird one for me, not for any particular reason but because I feel a little lost. I mean, I’m not in a different position to what I was 6 months or even a year ago, but I have no definite direction. I don’t know quite where I’m going. I’m not convinced I am going anywhere, in fact, which when everyone around you is moving, up, up and often further and further away, is worrying. They all seem to look forward and make plans for what’s next, effortlessly; instead, I seem to look back, wishing things were better but unsure of what that would look like.

I suppose real life is no different from the movie montages in that from where I’m watching, it looks simple – whereas if you were to watch it unfold step by step, decision by decision, it would seem far less impressive (though that would be far more helpful for people like me who are hoping to pick up a few life transformation tips). As a friend said to me last week, ’No one has their shit together, not really – we’re all just winging it’.

Perhaps, then, I just need to work out how to wing it a bit better, but I’m still keeping my fingers crossed that my montage is around the corner. And I really hope there’s dancing.

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Jurassic World was a bit sexist. But it wasn’t because of the heels

Jurassic World

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At the weekend, in which I really did have nothing planned, a spontaneous night out turned into a sleepover, which turned into a duvet day, which turned into a quick evening with friends at the cinema to see Jurassic World. See how not having plans can help sometimes? TAKE THAT, PLANNERS.

Anyway, back to the film. It has been the longest time coming (is it really 22 years since the original? I don’t see how that’s possible) and oh my, was it worth the wait. So much so that it’s prompted a quick post from me, the Worst Blogger In The World. In fact, don’t even call me a blogger. I haven’t earned it. But anyway, I digress…

It wasn’t only Chris Pratt that made it brilliant (pause for the delicious memories). I loved that, much like that iconic door handle moment in the first, the excitement lay in the premise that dinosaurs are pretty intelligent. Aside from a few dodgy bits of script (‘Now she’s killing for sport’ – bit much to deduce from a few dead dinos, no?) it had it all and didn’t disappoint in the way that we were all scared it could have. The nods to the original, too, made it – who could forget those cars, that fallen banner – and it was great to see B.D Wong return as Dr Henry Wu, the man who technically started it all (aside from Hammond, of course).

The sexist thing? Yes, I get why it caused such a storm. Aside from getting very annoyed at her running in high heels (that just is not sensible – I would have loved it more if she’d thrown them into the waterfall, because BE PRACTICAL your life is at stake here), I disliked the way she was portrayed as a total bitch just because she wasn’t taking the day off from her pretty important, successful job in order to show her nephews around the park.

Did her sister honestly expect her to just be free and at their beck and call to show them around? Is she a cow because she cares about her job and her responsibility of working there? She of course becomes maternal in the end (still in her heels) promising never to leave them (though I loved how she swiftly walked off with her hot man the minute the sister arrived), while her assistant, another glam and non-child-friendly woman got eaten by not one but two dinosaurs at once. Harsh.

Despite that, it’s definitely one for the ladies, perhaps more so than the previous instalments, and of course that’s down to Chris Pratt. Who is this man? Where has he come from? Here he is in all his gorgeous splendour and I’ve only just learned his name. Yes, unlike the previous films we have some male eye candy (the idiot in the third doesn’t count) while the men, of course, have the gorgeous redhead in heels to look at. Win-win.

Oh yeah, and the dinosaurs are awesome too. Check this feature on the Telegraph out for a great interview with the man who originally made them happen.