This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series, one that was begun here. Timing is everything. Cliche, I know, but still true. I moved this one into place because tonight The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences will honor Takuo “Tak” Miyagishi (one of the pioneers of the anamorphic lenses for widescreen cinema in use today). And for this celebration, the Academy will screen this, one of the first feature films to use the spherical lenses, in his honor.
“Amatus sum, amatus es, amatus est.”
January 9, 1988: Loaded word, ‘sometimes’. I met the significant other that would become my wife — and the mother of my children — years before we ever ‘dated’. It happens that way… sometimes. Things (or people) divert us from what, or those, we later find are so central to our lives. By good fortune, she and I owe it all to a photocopier machine at work. I’m talking about the ancient ones of a time the size of veritable mainframes.
We came face to face because there were so few then, and in the building where we worked. Call it Tech Kismet. Even so, it didn’t translate into us being with each other back then. That would come later, as she-whose-name-must-not-be-mentioned was still around. But when I had the epiphany, it shed new light to what (who) was already there. When I posted my musical valentine earlier this year, I alluded to this moment.
Despite the fact I had taken her to lunch months before this, we agreed that wasn’t exactly a date — first or otherwise. It came down to an early Saturday night in the new year that saw us make it official. She accepted my invitation to see Empire of the Sun together. Although, for my retarded realization of not first seeing her for who she was, I was not allowed (by said woman) to even pick up my future [insert: girlfriend, fiancée, or bride] from her place of residence for the first of our formal social engagements.
I’d have to meet the elusive one right outside of the National Theatre in Westwood Village for this ‘rendezvous’. Luckily for me, and I continually thank the stars, the series of dates had only begun. As much as I enjoyed Steven Spielberg’s film adaptation of J.G. Ballard’s semi-autobiographical novel, and our talk about it over dinner afterword, it was she who had my clarity and focus. Not the movie.
“We were given: Two hands to hold. Two legs to walk. Two eyes to see. Two ears to listen. But why only one heart? Because the other was given to someone else. For us to find.”