Recently, I received a free subscription to netflix. I quickly stocked my queue and began watching whatever I could on demand. This led me to Shelly Duvall's Faerie Tale Theatre. I watched a few episodes and came to one I recognized immediately, Sleeping Beauty. I must have seen it at a babysitter's house or something. Those of you who have seen this know that it's set in Russia and uses Tchaikovsky's original score from the ballet, and also that it features, among others, a young Christopher Reeve. I was not yet ten when the horseback riding accident robbed him of his mobility and I did not see many of his films or appearances. The minute he turned around his handsome head and played the humble, smiling, eager "squire" to the "significantly more handsome" "prince", I fell in love in a way I fell in love with Kevin Kline the first time I saw Pirates of Penzance and they way I fell for Kevin Kline again when I saw him in Cyrano de Bergerac. And I began to mourn for real the loss of this beautiful man. Mourn for his wife, widowed only a short time before she, too, left this world, leaving her son to walk the world alone.
I wish he was still here to lend his comedic turn to the stage today. I wonder what the world might be like if we were still graced with his presence.
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I have no idea who wrote that, or what is going on with them, but I'm keeping it up because it's so strange.
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