I am the product of a broken home. In fact, my home was broken a few times. I wouldn’t say that my childhood had a whole lot of consistency and it’s lead to some pretty deep commitment and trust difficulties. (Holy daddy issues, Batman!) In a lot of ways, my childhood kinda sucked (and in other ways, my childhood was awesome…) However, there was always one thing I could count on in my life to make me happy.
E.T. came out on film the year I was born, three months and twelve days before I graced the world with my presence. I have never known a life without this film. As I got older, I identified with both E.T. and Elliot, abandonment and love and home and attachment and loss… I knew them way too well at a very young and formidable age. But I found comfort in this film. It not only was a beautiful story and brilliantly made film, but it was something I could lean on to know I wasn’t alone. That I could get through it, just as they do. I felt all of those feelings and somehow that made me feel a little less afraid or segregated from the rest of the world.
I never really felt like I belonged, but the love I felt from Elliot to E.T. and between the siblings and mothers, made me feel a little more loved. The film had a profound impact on my life and continues to bring joy into my heart like few things do.
I watch it from time to time. And I’m watching it now. It’s almost to the hardest scene in the film, when E.T. dies. Yes, I know what’s going to happen but YES, I cry every time. Literally, Every. Single. Time. My heart breaks all over again and gets put back together as those flowers bloom.
“I’ll be right here. I’ll be right here.”
Holy waterworks. They just don’t make films like they used to… and that soundtrack. GORGEOUS.
It’s amazing how much joy one silly little film can bring to someone’s life, even when everything is falling apart.
“I’ll believe in you all my life, every day.”
Just a thought… Somebody get me a Kleenex. Oy.