Several weeks after I saw \”Life is Beautiful\”, it occurred to me that, historically, overtly Jewish characters in cinema (all six of them…) seem perpetually shortchanged in relationships. Something always prevents a Jew from living \”happily ever after.\” So where are our happy endings?
I was intrigued by the overture. Life is messy. The past is a hedge around the soul. What we do with our memories and experiences shapes us like Edward Scissorhands\’ topiary.
Ever since I can remember, I have wanted to get married to the perfect guy, have a family and live happily ever after.
The good news is that Roseanne may have finally found three nice Jewish boys as suitors for her three daughters. The bad news is that the boys live in England and the girls in Los Angeles.
I\’ve noticed certain oft-used combinations of words that are not at all what they seem. They are linguistic red flags, harbingers of doom, subtle clues that a big, fat lie is on the way. I\’ve learned to be weary of such phrases, translating them for myself as I nod, wincing.
When you\’re still \”flying solo\” and your 35thbirthday comes a-knocking, suddenly, the pitifully comic titlescrowding the self-help shelves of your bookstore seem less like jokebooks and more like required reading.
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