musings on life, love and the Phantom of the Opera....
So I am writing this bone tired, just returned from Greenhouse and I want to process a lot of stuff that happens, but it seems like I never have time to get it all. I need to write more. I need to pursue the revolution with my pen and pick up notebook to spin again, these bard-songs of infinite God-perpetuity....
But I wax poetic. I have a lot of things going on in my mind right now, so this might not be as orgainized as some may prefer. I watched the Phantom of the Opera last night and I am not sure what I think about it. I typically don't go to musicals unless I have a friend in them. People breaking into song at odd moments just doesn't do it for me. However, Phantom (the movie) was exceptionally done. Everything about it was just lush. The music (even though my music school chums would say differently) rocked. The Costumes and period stuff was awesome, and the acting was absolutely spectacular.
What gave me pause, however, was the girl who played Christine Daae, the love interest in the opera (of both the Phantom and another man). She was innocent and virginal, yet weirdly sensual in her portrayal of the opera singer who thinks the Phantom is the ghost of her dead father. You will have see the movie to understand fully I think. But the fact is, she, in addition to being and sounding absolutely stunning, had this weird quality about her that made me want to fall in love with her character. I might give my friends and family cause for alarm when I say this, but I felt as though I, myself, could propose my undying love to this 'angel of music'.
It makes me wonder if my 'shopping list' of ideal qualities for a girl isn't based on unrealistic expectations like this. Or maybe my standards are too low and I should wait for my beautiful Christine, ready for me to sweep me off my feet? Do girls real live and love (and, yes, look) like that? Is my idea of the Great Romance totally caricatured around the physical beauty of some Christine I hold out for, a Christine that doesn't really exist? Do I think of the Great Romance solely in terms of physical beauty and sensuality ("Christine-ness") and forget that it is the heart that matters?
I don't know. I can't help but think a girl like that does exist and does wait for me. I sure hope so. But at the same time, physical beauty fades and the Great Romance is so much deeper than that.
It's late and I will post more phantom reflections and GH stuff tomorrow.....
Daniel