1987 was my senior year in high school. I was fresh faced and timid with 5 scholarship offers. I didn't know what I WANTED to do...so I did what I was TOLD to do.
I didn't have much respite from my life other than books and movies.
I devoured both and I dreamed and dreamed and dreamed. At first I dreamed of BEING in movies and then...I found myself dreaming of MAKING them.
Mainly because I recognized I was funny looking.
When "The Color Purple" was first released I wasn't allowed to go see it. I don't remember WANTING to see it mind you...but I do remember being at the movies and asking could we go see it and my father saying something crass like there was some nasty women kissing in it or something.
Dude was a MAJOR homophobe.
Because he said that it always stuck with me that it was something I'd watch when I could. Hell...if he didn't like it I already knew I'd LOVE it.
I was at my Aunt and Uncle's house the first time I saw it. I sat there and watched it in AWE and loved, loved, LOVED every.single.second of it. A well made film with REAL Black people in it? By a HUGE director? In HOLLYWOOD? Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaby...I was in LOVE!
The movie was so well done that, even with my young eyes I knew I was seeing magic. I remember watching it straight through the first time and I remember wanting to watch it again immediately after.
And I did.
"The Color Purple" was the very first movie I bought on VHS. I bought a VCR before I paid for cable and it didn't matter one bit to me cuz I simply watched "The Color Purple" over and over and over again.
Every.single.time I watched it I saw something new. Every.single.time I watched it the most moving parts made me stop and catch my breath.
It was truly the first movie I fell in love with and I remember that like it was yesterday.
I did what I was told to do but I dreamed. I dreamed that one day I'd be able to make movies and then...reality would set in and I'd feel like Ceily.
Trapped.
Once I made my first "bill" I felt like I'd never be able to follow this dream so I shut it up and down and moved on through life. For years I was able to ignore the pull. For years I was able to forget my dream but...since I watched this movie so much I recognized I had an eye for it. I realized that I recognized elements of shots that the regular person wouldn't.
The day my first VHS stopped working...I went out and bought a new one.
The first DVD I ever bought? You guessed it. "The Color Purple."
And I'm on my third one.
I watch this movie at least twice a month and I watch it EVERY.SINGLE.HOLIDAY. when I'm cooking. Sometimes I watch it just because. Sometimes I watch it because I have, what they call, PASSION for it.
I recognize now that what I was seeing was shaping my eye for years to come. I know that I was setting myself up for wanting nothing but the very best production quality available.
"The Color Purple" and Steven Spielberg are the reasons I am following my dreams.
I KNOW I can so it...I just KNOW IT!
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