I started the Up series today. And the entire time I kept thinking of what horrors Fortuna had in store for Neil. The mere mentioning of the series to anyone who has seen it results in a sigh, and a "poor Neil." On the back of the dvd case Neil's story is described as "heartbreaking." So there I am, watching Neil, rocking nervously back and forth thinking cancer, auto accident, murder, disfiguration, institutionalization, and other unpleasantries my brain automatically associates with "heartbreaking" things. Daren't you spoil it for me!
Oh, yes, but there are other children too. Well, I have to say I rather like Bruce the sensitive one, Tony the jockey,Nick,angsty Nick, Paul the "foreign" one, Symon the minority, Peter the dreamy astronuat, and (of course) Neil the "heartbreaker." I suppose the three girls--Jackie the outgoing round one, Lynn the middle one, and Sue the boys' favorite--were all right as well. There may be something wrong with me, but I took a liking to John, the self-assured rich one. It may have been his eyes, but who's to say. Andrew, the one that tries to fit in, and Charles, the inside outsider, were mildly interesting.
I'm curious to know what I was like at 7. Since I wasn't able to be there and all. They all seem so literate and educated and can sing Waltzing Matilda in Latin, dear Rodia! I don't understand. At 7 I was setting things on fire, disecting Barbies, climbing trees, and detesting school. I probably couldn't have sat through an interveiw. Which brings me to my next point; Americans are barbarians. But that will have to wait for another day.
Next on the Agenda: 21 Up and a refutation of Grey Gardens as my future
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