FELLINI AND THE TEARS

I waited outside the Bloor cinema last night, drinking my Carrot/Apple concoction in the blistering heat. You don't know heat until you move to DUBAI my good friend said on Sunday. I suppose I don't, although I am getting the idea.

It's been along time since I have seen FELLINI'S AMARCORD, and considering I was probably stoned back then in the 80's, no I was high, I can't remember the plotline. Is there a plot line? Sure, it's all about the lack of a plot line.

My companion for the film is not usually late, however she is now, but people watching and sweating without judgement is wonderfully new for me, so I don't really care. My Ipod replica is playing "woman in chains" by Tears for Fears. Feeling good.

Is this a parade of people projecting images that they have cultivated since grade 4, is this the parade of the spiritually bankrupt.

Cmon. Now, now, halt that judgement RICK, breathe.

Cmon, you two macho guys, the camera isn't rolling, drop that swagger and the facade, you are as much in prison as that old woman on the corner. You will never free yourself like that, oh well, I can't save anybody tonight.

Tonight, where is she, maybe she thought it was at the Varsity? No monkey mind, she is coming.

THIS PART I REMEMBER QUITE VIVIDLY. The TEARS FOR FEARS soundtrack of life has moved on to SHOUT......A BLACK something, some old FIAT like machine drives up beside me and lets out a woman, a young WOMAN that I met a few weeks back at a viewing. Is it her?

Highly doubtful, you were just exchanging emails last week. She walks up to the cashier, oblivious, "two for AMARCORD"
Man what is going on, it is her, at least that looks like her ass and hair.

She is going to think I am always alone, shit, where is my date, that tramp.

Did I tell her that I liked FELLINI, or am I just living it, that I do enjoy.

I think I did tell her that I liked Italian films, I don't know, maybe I am completely psychotic. I am sure I am.

"Rick, craziness meeting you here man" She smiles wide.

"I thought it was you...pretty chill (did I say chill), I am just waiting for a friend"

"Oh yeah, My husband is just parking the car" She comes up for a vice like hug which I don't want to break.

ON THE IPOD....."if i could change you mind....I'd really love to break your heart....SHOUT"

This is really the end of the encounter. However at one point she told me that another time my new companion and the two of them should have dinner together, at some African restaurant she knows near by.

Savage me with the Giraffe. She also happened to mention that the last movie she saw at the bloor was, and I am not paraphrasing, "nine and a half weeks".

My response to this which i don't think now was very appropriate was "9 & a half weeks, perhaps I should throw you into the ladies washroom and we can compare notes"

She laughed but, I think I need some professional help from Richard Lewis or somebody.

The truth is the movie was wonderful and weird and I had a good night, it felt healthy and balanced and the conversation was good.

So why did I keep thinking that there was something missing, missing energy, missing possibility's, missing spontaneity.

My mind floated away from the night and into a world filled with JANUARY JONES and the FLAMING LIPS and AFRICA.

It's like a world gone crazy..Woman in chains.