It wasn’t until recently that I realized my love for film comes from my grandmother. I remember her often taking my brother and I to the movies when we were kids, and it was always movies like “Mission Impossible.” She loves action movies. These days she comes over on the weekends, and it’s my favorite time of the week, because we get to watch movies together. Well, I’m usually multi-tasking doing work and trying to watch, but all the same, I love this time spent with her.
Tonight we watched “War Horse.” It was the first time either of us had seen it, and we both thought it was such a lovely story. Really beautiful. Touching. I highly recommend it if you haven’t seen it.
It’s a war movie—WWI. But it’s a bit of a different kind of war story, as it’s a war story about a horse. Joey, the thoroughbred, is a most beautiful and remarkable creature. The underlying story of the deep companionship that binds an animal and his owner is one that’ll make you beam with joy and love.
What made this even more of a lovely movie to watch, particularly, with my grandma is that a majority of this film is set in France, and the first time I learned to ride a horse was in Brittany, France, and she stood on the side watching and videotaping me. I'll never forget that day. It was a magnificent day--riding along artichoke fields in one of the most beautiful places on earth.
Oy, now I’m eager to get back on a horse for a nice long ride!
BIG LOVE & HUGS