Embracing My Southern Blood

Who knew that would ever happen?

I have this thing for Orlando Bloom. I also have this thing for the South. So when Elizabethtown kept staring me in the face everyday out here, despite the mixed reviews, I decided that I needed to see it before it left the theatres.

So after a dee-lish Mexican din-din at El Coyote (holy cow, read that link!) in my 'hood (and after many drinks at The Burgundy Room), fellow former-Nashvillian (and alumni!) Jared and I hit The Arclight to catch the flick.

I never cry in movies. I never cry in public. I was waterworks the whole time. And it wasn't even sad. I think the most amazing part about it was that it touched on so many aspects of life of a late twenty-something. And Cameron Crowe did such an excellent job of depicting life in the South that it made it even more bittersweet, having lived there for fourteen years. Sights, sounds, people. Then there was the music. Now I'm wishing I would've bought the soundtrack and had it signed by Cameron himself when I went to stalk Orlando at Grimey's back in September.

The best part of all, though, was the cross-country drive and the fact that it mirrored the route I took only a short month and a half ago. Sure, you read all of my stories and accounts along the way, but somehow this movie was able to express something that I could not in my writing. I can't quite explain it. It may be one of those things that you just have had to do to understand, but it was wonderful.

Anyway, I highly recommend it. I wouldn't say it was Oscar-worthy or anything like that with the acting...just something about it that was fresh. Romantic, too. So go see it.