Friday night, cozy on the couch, dogs snoring away, book in hand, low hum of white noise (television) in the background. Opening my book I glance up at the screen and see 47 Ronin, (Keanu Reeves version) is just starting.
Absolutely no idea in the world why I set down my book and turned up the volume...and then got completely absorbed. The movie was about honor, and doing the right thing even knowing there's no way to win, brotherhood and sacrifice. And heartbreaking love.
Near the end--in more ways than one--I'm blowing into a soggy Kleenex, tears rolling, heart swelling with an odd sort of pride at the strength and bravery of these men, the real 47 Ronin, because of course the movie is based on actual events.
At about the point where I finally realize things aren't going to turn out well here, Kai, one of the Samurai, tells Mika, the woman he has loved all his life:
I will search for you through a thousand worlds and ten thousand lifetimes until I find you again.
After much nose blowing, throat clearing, and more wine, I take the dogs outside, stare up at the stars and reflect...on the nature of love, what honor really means, and the cost of owning it.
Saturday night. This time I'm really going to read. I reach for the remote to find a music channel on the television just as Fast and Furious 6 comes on.
Okay, you know what happened next, right? Yeah, I watched the whole movie, every car chase, explosion and annihilating crushed-by-tank scene.
Except, know what? This might have been an action film, fraught with violence and danger, but it was also about honor and doing the right thing, brotherhood and...love.
Two movies that couldn't be more different--
And here's exactly why I've had a pensive weekend: two stories, two widely divergent cultures, three hundred years apart and yet...
47 Ronin/Fast 6
Band of brothers? Check
Martial Arts skills? Check
Honor without question? Check
Man's love for his woman? Check
I'm glad I was in the right place at the right time to see both movies this weekend. I love that honor hasn't become a cliche, disappeared or died, that honorable men can stand together and not hesitate to do right.
I also love getting up early on beautiful autumn mornings to mist and mountains...