little miss belly laugher

I saw Little Miss Sunshine last week, and please allow me to tell you that you absolutely cannot get your fatasses to that theatre fast enough, my friends. There is a section towards the end where you are UNCONTROLLABLY BELLY GUFFAWING OUT LOUD FOR LIKE TEN MINUTES; belly laughing like you did when you were a child watching Bugs Bunny — all lipsticked, eyebatting, and dressed like a blushing bride — clobber Elmer Fudd over the skull with an anvil. You cannot even believe how hard you are laughing. I remember looking around and listening to the sound of pure, unbridled joy surrounding me; the feeling of communion I felt with everyone else in that theatre, who were all belly laughing just as hard as I was, was actually palpable. It felt like…bliss. Gottddamnit, isn’t that how it’s supposed to be?

At any rate, it is quite possibly the best film I have seen in ten years…maybe more. And further, I think that arriving where it does — right in the thick of the current movement towards Hollywood downsizing — that it will play a large part in the shaping of where film goes from here because it shows just how brilliant, and simple, the medium can be and will be again.

Don’t read anymore about it; just go see it.

About muffybolding

Muffy Bolding is a mother/writer/actor/knitter/feminist/withered debutante who likes the smell of asparagus pee, and remains obsessed with the bathroom hygiene of her three children -- despite the fact that they are 23, 19, and 16. She is blissfully married to a cute Jewish boy who looks like Willie Wonka, but remains tragically in love with the dead poet, Ted Hughes. She has the mouth of a Teamster, and her patron saint is Rocco (pestilence relief.) Ms. Bolding lives in Southern California, where she enjoys typing words, making movies, and plucking the rings from the fingers of the dead. She was the co-creator and Editor-in-Chief of the award winning satire zine, Fresno Lampoon, and in between writing screenplays, carnival barking, and savagely threatening her trio of darling larvae with a wooden spoon, she currently publishes the zine, "Withered Debutante." More of her work can also be found in the anthology, "Mamaphonic: Balancing Motherhood and Other Creative Acts", the compilation zine, "Mamaphiles III: Coming Home", as well as in The Cortland Review and hipmama.com. She is currently writing and producing for film and television, and working on a book of essays entitled, "Inside A Chinese Dragon." She has slept around, but not nearly as much as she would have liked.
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