“Mom!” I yelled into the receiver, “What s it? Are you OK?” she responded.
“Yes, yes, I just have to tell someone! There’s a boy in this movie that I am going to meet! I am going to know this actor! I just feel it!”
“That’s nice, dear.”
Here are a few of my fave insights:
Harold: Do you pray?
Maude: Pray? No. I communicate.
Harold: With God?
Maude: With life.
Maude: Vice, Virtue. It’s best not to be too moral. You cheat yourself out of too much life. Aim above morality. If you apply that to life, then you’re bound to live life fully.
Harold,everyone has the right to make an ass out of themselves. You just can’t let the world judge you too much.
Haha, I collect a lot of memorabilia myself, and I suppose my knickknacks are incidental and not integral, but I sure do enjoy looking at my 40s lady ceramic wall heads and fairytale silhouettes. And Jesus Glow-in-the-Darks, and vintage Disney allsorts…
Anyway…it was a fab-gear evening. And I was absolutely correct 38 years ago. A few weeks after first seeing H&M, I walked into a party in Malibu for my piano-playing pal, Jobriath, and there was Bud Cort, in all his wide-eyed adorable glory. We instantly hit it off and remain great friends to this very day. He invited me to the screening last night, titillating me with a ‘surprise’ performance. It had to be Cat Stevens…er…Yusaf, right? He was humble and brilliant, singing a few tunes from the all-important soundtrack to a standing O. I think that particular soundtrack heralded a shift in movie music, in that the songs were like another character in the film…
The Big Moment came after the screening when the curtains closed and Bud Cort was announced. It was perfect timing, as everyone had just been entranced by his magnificent performance (The way he looks at Maude, with such astonishing love), and he regaled the capacity star-studded masses with quips, quotes and behind-the scenes tales of the making of the film. It was awesome to feel the appreciation for him wafting all around.
At the meet & greet I ran into one of my former beaus, Jon Voight, and we exchanged brief pleasantries. He once told me I reminded him too much of his daughter, and I was secretly chuffed. I chit-chatted with Cameron Crowe and he introduced me to Judd Apatow, Mr. Great Big Right Now. He was a charmer. After the to-do, Bud took a few of his pals to Canter’s Deli where we yukked it up deep into the night. I am truly grateful for my longtime friendship with Mr. Cort.
All those decades ago I knew I’d be spending evenings like this with him. You have to listen to that small still voice, dolls. It tells you the truth. As Maude says, Reach out. Take a chance. get hurt even. L-I-V-E. LIVE!