my family as a david lynch movie
this past weekend, the boy and i went home to belleville for one last visit with the ‘rental units before our move. complying with typical protocol, we planned a brunch with amy and her beau, mark, where our talks covered the basics of our moving dilemmas but quickly degenerated as we delved into family drama.
as i retold the tales of a grandmother and her financial woes and an unrequited love, throwing in occasional but necessary details about birthday cards and trips to the mechanic, it dawned on me that it may just be possible that my family is more dysfunctional than most. well, dysfunction is pretty subjective, so i won’t assume that my family takes some sort of prize. but i will insist that if a screenwriter came along and asked me to describe the last 6–12 months of family ordeals, a brilliant movie could be made. i mentioned wes anderson as my director of choice, but mark thought david lynch would be perfect given his expertise at the surreal and unorthodox. and that, my friends, is what my family embodies most: surrealism and unorthodoxy. but i love them all the same, particularly for a good laugh.