New Orleans Holiday

So, I went and saw Last Holiday last night, which I was not particularly filled with desire to see. However, when somewhat suicidal friend e-mails and tell you she wants to see X movie (as long as it's not too depressing), well, that's what you see. I wasn't expecting much, and that's probably a good thing, but it really wasn't half bad. Of course, it was cheese, cheese, cheese, but not a bad kind of cheese, and, randomly, the main character's relationship with God was very well-portrayed, and, dare I say, rather nice and refreshing? For the most part, that part was h appily expempt from cheese. And, of course, Queen Latifah (sp?) movies are always nice b/c she's not exactly skinny, but you get to see her look so beautiful and happy, just the way she is. (Is she really that beautiful and happy in real life? I guess we'll never know.)
Anyway!, so, the other reason I really liked the movie was b/c it took place in New Olreans. Ok, it was so sad how excited I was when I finally figured this out. I almost leaned over and excitedly hissed, "It's in New Olreans!!!!" but then I thought better of it b/c I realized she has no reason to be excited about it taking place in New Olreans, and it would require a long explanation while something important was happening, and . . . not worth it. So, I was just quietly excited. And why, pray tell, did this make me so happy? Well, you see, Boy is from there. Boy is currently gutting and rebuilding a house that was flooded by Katrina there. N'awlins is Boy's home. (Btw, it made me really mad b/c no one in the movie even Bothered to Try to fake a New Olreanian accent, which, let me tell you, is something to hear. One of them said New OlrlEANS like they were taking about the Leaning Tower of Pisa, it LEANS. Ugh!)
Anyway, did I mention to you how much I love that city? This of course is simply becuase he loves that city more than anyone should ever love a city. ;-) But still he loves it, and still to me it is a magic place, a place where everything has a story, one for the city, and one for my baby. It is a place beautiful and run-down and charming, where you can feel the history steep into your bones, and laugh as he takes you down Scary and Immoral Bourbon street and tells you funny stories about the Houses of Sin. It is a place with beautiful old mansions, full of mystery, to gaze at while he takes you, for the hundreth time, down St. Charles so you can see them again. It is a place where people have welcomed me with open arms, always so happy to see me, always warm and accepting, even in the middle of difficulty. Which certainly makes me wonder why I ever thought it was a good idea to give up my opportunity to live in that magical place. ;-)
Yes, it was just a movie. Yes, if I lived there, it wouldn't hold the same mythical power. But I love that city nonetheless, the city that is his home.