We decided to see the movie The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel after watching its preview about a month ago.
I had not read any reviews or blogs about the movie and watching it last night was quite enjoyable. However, this isn’t a critique or a recommendation about a lovely movie. This is about me being astonished!
You have to realize that I live in The Land of the Shallow, The Land of Botox, The Land of Glamor and the place where you probably have more plastic surgeons than teachers.
But I digress … I was talking about being astonished.
Two of the greatest actresses in the world – pillars of British cinema, had meaty roles (not an easy feat if you are female actor over 40), and they absolutely looked their age or even older. Both Judi Dench and Maggie Smith are 77 years old, and it seemed like a knife had not touched their faces.
And they looked old.
Wrinkle and more wrinkles adorned their faces, and their skin was sagging all over the screen. Worse, it doesn’t look like they work out at all. The horror.
So once I got over my sick curiosity about their unstretched skin, I shifted to the place I always go to:
Why? And how come?
Don’t they have agents who encourage them to “freshen up”? Don’t they have friends who tell them “you look rather tired, my dear”. What’s wrong with them?
How come they age gracefully and wrinkly, and the rest of us don’t? How come I cannot think of any American actress who allows herself to age without “improvement”? How come I have friends, and not just one, who would rather die than leave the house without makeup. And, why do I dye my hair – a question my husband frequently asks.
I know that we are the crazy ones. I know that we bought into this “youthful image” syndrome, and the biggest compliment you can give someone is to tell them they look younger than their age.
Apparently neither Judi nor Maggie care about it.
And yet they were bigger than life, charismatic and regal. And they were beautiful.
Wrinkles and all.