{"id":7939,"date":"2008-04-07T14:08:24","date_gmt":"2008-04-07T18:08:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=7939"},"modified":"2022-07-02T08:38:00","modified_gmt":"2022-07-02T12:38:00","slug":"happy-place-35","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=7939","title":{"rendered":"Ewan McGregor in <i>Moulin Rouge<\/i>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Maybe the happiest place of all for me, even though he (the character) has a sad end.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" alt=\"EwanMc_1.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/EwanMc_1.jpg\" width=\"525\" height=\"718\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" alt=\"EwanMc_2.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/EwanMc_2.jpg\" width=\"654\" height=\"345\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nAnd lastly.  This image, to me, is a work of art.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"ewan2.jpg\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/ewan2.jpg\" width=\"700\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve never really written about 2002, not specifically anyway, not what happened or who I became.  I&#8217;ve approached it from the side, from time to time. And here&#8217;s <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=3378\" target=\"blank\" rel=\"noopener\">a post directly about <i>Moulin Rouge<\/i><\/a> &#8211; which comes closer to talking about the horror of 2002.  I&#8217;ve read posts where people scoff those who say &#8220;That movie saved my life!  Reading that book saved my life!&#8221;  And I suppose if every other thing appears to have &#8220;saved your life&#8221;, then you might not be taken seriously.  Or maybe those who scoff have never been so saved or changed by a movie or a book, and they would rather scorn you &#8211; than try to understand.  Whatever the case may be.  In 2002, <i>Moulin Rouge<\/i> (and I hadn&#8217;t seen it in the movie theatre &#8211; for some reason, I missed it) saved my life.  It was not pretty.  And I had a roommate at the time, and whenever she brings up 2002 now, she gets kind of tentative, like she doesn&#8217;t know what to say.  I don&#8217;t blame her.  I started my blog in October of 2002, which was my true re-entry into the human race again.  But that would never have happened without <i>Moulin Rouge<\/i>.  And when I look at that last photo in my post, I remember.  I have tears in my eyes right now, remembering.  I remember where I was back then, and what it was like for me inside my head, and then I remember staring at the television, watching <i>Moulin Rouge<\/i>, and feeling, vaguely, like a bell from a distant mountaintop, like maybe I was going to be okay.  Someday.  Not now.  But someday.  That&#8217;s what watching that movie was like for me.<\/p>\n<p>\nTo me, it&#8217;s not a movie at all.  I haven&#8217;t read one review of it, I have no opinions about it, I have nothing to say.  I haven&#8217;t listened to any of the director&#8217;s commentary on the copy of it I have.  It is sheer experience, and it contains health, mental health, to me.  Truly phenomenal &#8211; I wonder if Baz Luhrman would ever know or understand that THAT is what his movie gave me.<\/p>\n<p>Who knows.  Look at that last image.  It looks like what love should feel like.  Or &#8211; what love actually <i>is<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Maybe the happiest place of all for me, even though he (the character) has a sad end.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[7,4],"tags":[2665,385],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7939"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7939"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7939\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":169702,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7939\/revisions\/169702"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7939"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7939"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7939"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}