”the only real failure is not to have tried at all and the true measure of success is how we cope with disappointment, it will all work out in the end…and if it doesn’t….it isn’t the end” Mrs Greenslade, The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.
Just home from a preview of The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. I’ve decided that I am now only ever going to watch uplifting stories about old people. The beauty is…I feel young and they make old age look like something to look forward to. Judy Dench particulalry makes me feel as though you can still be elegant, feminine, attractive and over 70.
Apparently you can still even have sex when you are old as well as fall in love and travel to exotic places. You don’t need children to be happy either because, unlike in India, they won’t look after you when you are almost ready to fall off the twig.
In fact you can hop on a plane and immerse yourself in the paradoxical joy-shocks of India with it’s squalor and grandeur, vibrance and filth, poverty and grotesque opulence to finally accept yourself for all your defeats and faults as well as triumphant character.
All you need is a run down hotel, a few other seniors and Bill Nighy, who always manages to make me laugh (even when he wasn’t supposed to in Valkyrie) and you have a recipe for sheer joy.
Take me there I can’t wait.
This was the marvellous, life-affirming medicine I needed in a week that has been marked with complete and utter despair.
I’m off to India, or America or Africa or somewhere. To find myself. To forgive myself. To get on with just being.