Monday evenings is usually not the day I would want to take in a movie, but I wanted to catch Best Man Holiday with my husband before our week got busy. I’m glad I did. I won’t go into story lines or what my favorite men, I mean themes was. Dang auto correct!
Ladies, Best Man Holiday (henceforth BMH) isn’t just a chick flick. We both laughed and identified with the couples in their various stages of relationship.
I saw myself in every character, even Candace knowing that my heart resonates with insecurities and need to scream drama sometimes. I was 23 when the first came out and as I sat in that chair, a flood of memories came rushing back. My old self sat right next to me holding my hands, squeezing it every now and then; reminding me that I have indeed come a mighty long way.
I was relieved to see characters who looked like me and my friends. We may have all started out on the same starting line but life has had an interesting way of setting up hurdles and curves to slow some of us down or allow some to move at a more steady pace. We’ve had to back track to pick up a friend along the way, and yes even leave some behind. We’ve trusted that God would intervene through our prayers and carry them in times when we ourselves could not help.
I wasn’t expecting to see a movie where everyone was on baller status, but it marked accomplishments and milestones that only true friends would celebrate without envy or jealousy.
BMH wrung me dry of pent up tears I needed to shed. Note to others: don’t wear a silk blouse to this movie. You’ll be a candidate for a wet t-shirt contest without question.
I snuggled deep into my husband, sat up straight, or just held his hand tightly. I’m glad I went with him. He proved to be my rock yet again.
Therapy by movie is what I call BMH. My eyes are watering up even now. To see faith in God so easily displayed, to see man at his peak and his lowest yet still holding on by a mere one-handed grip.
It’s a heavy movie and I can’t wait to see it with my gal pals. Yep, after all that, I know it’s important to watch it with others who can laugh and cry freely with you–no censorship, no hindrance.
So get over the “all black” cast hype. BMH is an “all human” type of movie. It’s not every scene that may sit well with you but big-picture sight will get you through some of the antics.
First at 23, second at 38. This movie will be your virtual timeline of memoirs.