The Netflix series Love is about complicated characters in complicated relationships and their complicated problems. But when life gets complicated, sometimes you just have to stop and make up theme songs for movies that don’t have theme songs. With your weird neighbors. Aided by beer. And a little pot.
A scene in the first season episode “Party in the Hills” featuring main character Gus (played by Paul Rust, also the show’s co-creator) leading the improvised singalong delighted me so much, particularly because it came as somewhat a surprise. When Gus starts thumbing through his DVD selection, one assumes he and his friends were simply picking something out for movie night. They settle on The Perfect Storm. Then Cori (Charlyne Li) strums her guitar and suddenly, this is no ordinary movie night. Why watch it when coming up with a rhyme for “Marky Mark” is so much more entertaining? Their resulting theme song is ridiculous, catchy, and weirdly fitting for a dramatic disaster flick.
It’s so pointless and so fun. I lived in an arts-themed dormitory my freshman year of college and all day I was surrounded by musical theatre majors practicing audition songs at the piano downstairs, dancers rehearsing in front of the wall-length mirror upstairs and visual art students painting on the patio. Occasionally we’d band together and transform the entire building into a haunted house for Halloween or start a housing unit-wide dance party by bringing drums and percussion instruments onto the balcony. Being around creative nerds is a blast and if any of my friends want to make up ditties for the rest of George Clooney’s filmography, I am so down.
“Say goodbye to Amal…Alamuddiiiiiiiiiin!”
Moonrise Kingdom (Wes Anderson, 2012)
Last night, I took a chance on a movie that popped up on my Netflix home page called It’s Already Tomorrow in Hong Kong (Emily Ting, 2015). The synopsis sounded Before Sunrise–esque and I’m a sucker for a good “right place, wrong time” kind of romance. I’m also a sucker for films about travelers or ex-pats. In this case, the story centers on Americans in Hong Kong. I consume these tales, even the fictional ones, with a sense of admiration and jealousy. They give me inspiration to keep adding money into my travel fund.
Coincidentally, I had been thinking a lot lately about my week in Hong Kong which kicked off eight months of international travel back in the summer of 2014. While I enjoyed my time there enough while I was there, the more I look back, the more I appreciate it. It may have been my favorite big city I visited during my entire trip. For all the tall buildings, sea of people in the street, and oppressive humidity, I felt comfortable there almost immediately. The energy was somehow simultaneously busy and calm. I look forward to visiting again one day.