We had some beautiful weather in middle-of-nowhere Michigan last week. Today I’ve got snow, but the early taste of summer was still nice. Unfortunately, for various reasons I wasn’t able to get out and enjoy it very much. One picture perfect evening I found myself dreading my average after-dinner routine. “What would I like to do?” I wondered. “I’d like to go out dinner. Yes. Maybe go to a movie. But it’s so nice out, I wouldn’t want to miss that. So after the movie maybe I could go for a walk and get ice cream. Of course, some company would be nice.” And that’s when it hit me.
A date. I wanted to go out on a date.
Even if I was free to do that, I don’t know any girls. So that was out. Instead, I decided to watch a funny movie at home and landed on Designing Woman (1957). All I had going in was the single sentence summary and the fact that it stars Lauren Bacall, and that was enough. “A sportswriter and a fashion-designer marry after a whirlwind romance, and discover they have little in common.”
Who wouldn’t want to watch that?
It also stars Gregory Peck as the sportswriter, and a host of familiar faces from television’s golden age in supporting roles. When the film was originally cast Jimmy Stewart and Grace Kelly were the leads. But Grace decided to become a real-life princess and Jimmy didn’t want to do the movie without her (which he later came to regret). I love Lauren Bacall and it sounds like she needed this, as her beloved husband Humphrey Bogart was nearing death, but I do wonder if the movie would have been better with the intended leads.
Naturally, there’s a subplot with some gangsters.
Films like Designing Woman are why we used to go to the movies. It’s pure entertainment. We like seeing people fall in love, do crazy things, struggle with the consequences, and do all the wrong things to escape those consequences. We like the danger, especially when it’s done with a wink to remind us that it’s nothing too serious. We like the window into other worlds, now long past but always beyond the experience of most people.
We also like some goofy gangsters fought off by a fey man with proof he’s not gay (wink, wink).
As I watched, I found an escape from all my troubles. Yet I was also reminded that love is never easy, even when you don’t have to deal with the mob or exes with plates of ravioli. There’s no social commentary here, no bitter edge. Just truth blended with fantasy in equal measure. We need that sometimes.
So I did get my movie, even if I didn’t get to take anyone out to dinner or have to worry about a lapful of pasta.
I was entertained. And that was enough.