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Susie, The Little Blue Coupe (1952)

I remember watching Susie, The Little Blue Coupe when I was a very young girl. Was I animistic? Absolutely. My parents brought our old Pontiac (with tail fins!) to a dealership and traded it for a new Buick. I went outside while they were signing, and I sobbed as I hugged and kissed our old car. Now I'm contemplating trading our current Bronco for a Trailblazer. I just can't handle the split pedals and too numerous recalls. I will feel bad when I trade Buster in. I'll miss him. And I'll pause a moment to hug him and to thank him for getting me everywhere I needed to go.
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Bicentennial Man

 

I was 28 when Bicentennial Man hit theaters. I shed a tear or two back then, and thought the ending was poignant. Now, and with the weight of living experience, joys, and sorrows on my back, I found myself weeping through so many parts of it. We forget about the dignity of aging when we are young. We look in the mirror and nod; we are immortal and all the heavy things in life can wait. Loved ones are born; loved ones die. And we wake up one day and acknowledge that we are growing older. And older. And then? We wish we could reach back in time to teach ourselves all the lessons we have learned, to hug people a little longer, to avoid perils while allowing ourselves to make mistakes.

I started watching this on Thanksgiving, and finished it Friday evening. Man, I miss my parents. And I need to accomplish more than I ever have so that my ending is just as relieved of burden.

Enjoy: Bicentennial Man (YouTube) (Also available on Netflix)



 

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