Just watched, for the umpteenth time, The Ghost & Mrs. Muir. I love that movie. Gene Tierney, Rex Harrison, George Sanders (playing his usual slimy self). I can recite the dialogue along with the actors, I know it so well. And yet I still find myself admiring little things I seem to notice for the first time--tonight, there were ways in which Gene Tierney moved her body or her face that I thought were genius. I've probably noticed them before, back when I watched it for the 300,000th time and tonight was the gazillionth and who can remember that far back?
But the score. The music is just so exquisite. Old-fashioned, yes, but perfect. Perhaps deceptively simple, elegant and, dare I say it? Hauntingly sad and beautiful.
I miss John. There's a scene where Mrs. Muir is going to take a nap and she keeps looking for the Captain, who has gone--she's not even sure who she's looking/waiting for. There's a sad and lonely look that comes over her...and I know that feeling.
Damn him, he promised to haunt me and he hasn't. I know that my remembering him, holding him in my heart and my mind is a way to keep him and maybe that's how he's haunting me. I suppose I want more. But, then, I always did want more of him and I could never have it when he was alive, why should now be any different?
