Is that not one of the best quotes ever or what?!
I got this juicy inspiration one stormy Saturday when hubby happened to have that day off – a rare thing. We didn’t want to go anywhere so we turned on the television and began channel-surfing.
I don’t remember what channel we found the movie, but it was Jill Clayburgh in An Unmarried Woman. Has anyone seen this? It is so ga-roo-va-ly delicious with that bow-chicka-bow-wow music in it. It came out in 1978.
“Honey,” I said, “Pop some corn, we gonna get into some feminist,
a-hole middle-aged-man-finds younger-woman-and-leaves-wife nonsense for the next couple of hours.”
The storyline of the movie is predictable, but it’s still good. They’re a wealthy couple living in Manhattan. She (Erica Benton) works at an art gallery (sure) and the
jagoff man (Martin Benton) she’s married to works as a stockbroker on Wall Street (of course). They’ve been married like twenty years or something and have sex twice a week (cha’, right). So she and hubby meet for lunch one day and he’s distant, brooding, distracted and says, “Huh?” alot.
She doesn’t notice as she babbles on about meeting another wealthy New York Power Couple for a summer getaway. When they’re walking on the mean streets of the city, he breaks down and cries. (There was a clue earlier before this scene when the two were in bed for their twice-weekly sex and he just doesn’t feel like it. He’s shirtless, she has on a tiny tee-shirt (braless), panties and white mesh knee socks on. She walks around in this getup for a great majority of the movie.)
“What’s with the knee socks?” Hubby asks me. “Sh-hhh,” I tell him.
Cut to scene on the street:
“I’m in love with someone else!” he tells dumbfounded Erica. He met this 20-something in Bloomingdales buying a shirt. He tells her that he’s leaving her and moving in with younger,
home-breaker-bee-otch woman. The music swells as Erica walks home, swirling camera angles going everywhere to indicate her devastation and confusion.
She eventually sleeps with an artist at the gallery she works at (he’s a yo-hey-baby-yo New York kind of guy) and the scene when they have their liaison, well she’s nervous at first, then wildly uninhibited. He’s all teen-wolf hairy (really, when’s the last time you saw a movie with a man with a hairy chest??) with huge aviator glasses and tightie whities.
Afterwards when he asks her if they could meet again, she tells him, “It’s just sex, Charlie.” And she leaves, knee-socks and all and walks home to her apartment. There’s scenes of her running with short-shorts on and sun-tanned hose as she strides toward independence. Of course,
jerkwad hubby comes back pleading for her to take him back. She looks into his eyes soulfully and says no. She hugs him, takes all his money wishes him well and runs away.
It’s Okay to Feel Your Feeeelings….
Erica has many
I HATE ALL MEN cathartic therapy sessions with a woman who looks like a Shaman and sits cross-legged on a cushy couch in her cozy, New York-style therapy office. The therapist is, of course a lesbian, who tells Erica it’s okay to feel what she’s feeling.
Erica then meets a gorgeous,
another rebound guy insanely rich artist who loves her and she him. They have many lovefests and eventually her lover wants more. By this time, she has found the perfect New York, large apartment.
At one point in the movie when Erica is going through all that kaleidoscope of emotions, transitions and feelings, she stops and looks in the mirror before running or crying or therapy to stare at her reflection, slap her cheeks a little and say: Balls, said the Queen! If I had them I’d be King!
The Queen Gets Her Balls
At the end, she turns down lover artist man to go spend the entire summer with him at his house in Vermont, opting instead to stay in grimy, dirty, hot Manhattan (in the 70s) because well, she’s independent and must. As she and lover artist pack up his belongings in his artsy little car, she holds on to this gi-normous canvas he had to have lowered out of his Soho, huge-windowed artsy apartment on to the street, while he packs stuff in the trunk, etc.
He turns and tells her, “It’s yours!” He drives away as she stares after him with a quirky smile and a longing lust face. Music swells and she carries his HUGE canvas, dipping and turning in circles and bumping into people, making her way back home. To her home. With her gigantic painting and newly-found set of balls.
This movie was nominated for some Academy Awards and reflected the I AM WOMAN, HEAR ME ROAR times, when women were finding their footing and making huge strides toward equality and recognition.
I loved it. Watch it — it may just be what you need to remember even queens have balls and really don’t need to be King to have them. Being Queen is a very, very good thing.
Happy Weekend Everyone and enjoy some Tom Petty (kind of related to the post, and if I weren’t insanely happily married, Mr. Petty is definitely one man I’d put on some white mesh knee socks for. ).
Photo creds: Queen