IS OUR LITTLE FAMILY, is our meeting here, is it ever a remarkable experience? Is it warmer and closer than most Facebook families or Twitter’s? Some say it’s just the same, others will feel there’s something about this place that touches us, in a way we can’t quite define.
Last night I took some time off and watched a favorite film. Have you seen Somewhere in Time? It’s a 1980 love story about a journey across time, with Chris Reeve and Jane Seymour.
There’s such a lovely feeling about that film, it’s close to me, just as in this website. There’s a site for those who love it: SomeWhereInTime.tv. Often the creators of the film talk about the strange and beautiful feeling they had, playing Richard Matheson’s screenplay of his book Bid Time Return. (They changed the title, since it sounded like “Bedtime Return,” the title for a sexy B story.)
Somewhere in Time was filmed at Mackinac Island, and at the grand old hotel there. No cars on the island, just horses and carriages, and the people there became bit-players, wearing their 1912 clothing, remembering what the hotel was like in those times. They said that it was magical, shooting that film, and I heard that word for the time, over and over.
I had just a brush with the film industry, and I hadn’t heard that word from anyone there. Magical. And sure enough, I said the word again, having seen the film for maybe the fourth time last night.
I met Chris Reeve in the early ’90s, when he and Ned Beatty flew up to Oregon In Chris’s Beech Bonanza, and we talked about a film of Illusions. Both them had this same lovely sense. We sat under a tree on the lawn one summer day, and talked about how to make the film happen. Chris had some quality, he could make anything happen, and by the time they flew away, I was sure the film would be made.
Not long after that, he had some difficulty with a horse. We still talked about the project, and he said. “My problem is not that people think I can’t do things; it’s that people think I can do anything!”
He wrote a screenplay about a man who was paralyzed, but every night, in dreams, he was perfect…which one was real? I know what happened to Chris, of course, he’s become his own character, real and perfect once again.
There are little flashes of magic that remind me of Chris in this site, when someone mentions a word about the spirit of love that connects us together. It’s reflected in people, in films, in stories and music. Can you recall other times when they touched the same magic, in films and events that sparkled their light upon us?
I’m probably not alone. I’d be grateful to see that enchantment in stories we never knew existed.