When Forest Gump asks, “What’s my destiny, mama?” it gets me, every time.
At the end of “The Shape of Water,” the narrator, a friend of the woman who fell into the sea with the creature set free, recited a poem that made me feel the same longing, loneliness, and ultimately, resignation.
I want to be that person in the movie who does something important, significant, big. I want to be “Funny Girl” and “Mulan” wrapped up in one, in the middle of a great, big adventure with my friends…all of us thrust into an untenable situation, discovering characteristics we never thought we had…one great, big “Wizard of Oz.”
I’m the cowardly Lion, I want to say, who finds herself leading an Army toward freedom, an Asian Mel Gibson. After saving a bunch of children on the edge of a cliff, just like “The Girl on Fire.”
I’m the first and the last, and I never look back to see if anyone follows. I’m onto the next adventure, chasing the story, chasing the muse, sailing into the sea.
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Originally published at https://carolbankswebercoggie.wordpress.com on February 21, 2021.