Watched Mystic Pizza for the first time since it opened in the theaters too many years ago to count.
For those who have never seen it, Mystic Pizza is a bittersweet coming-of-age story about two sisters and a friend living in—where else?—Mystic Connecticut. Love rules. Love deceives. Love hurts.
Only on celluloid are you immortal—young forever more. But in reality, the hands of time clasp your face, neck and hands. If you’re fortunate enough to have a few dollars—and the inclination—a cosmetic surgeon can help loosen time’s tenacious grip.
I digress. It was cool to see cinematic faces who would later repeatedly grace theater and television screens. Julia Roberts. Vincent D’Onofrio. Annabeth Gish. Lili Taylor. Matt Damon (in a one-line role).
We’ve all matured, achieved success in varying degrees, accomplished things to be proud of, and experienced some fumbles and bumbles. All part and parcel of the coming of age process.
Seems like just yesterday Val and I were seated in the theater watching the film . . . just yesterday I was planning and mapping the next ten, twenty, then thirty years of my life. None of it happened, although many of the dreams and desires I had then still exist now. Maybe they’ll still happen, God willing.
Hmmm. I think I’ll go grab a slice of pizza and contemplate the “mystic” side of life.