Yesterday I finished the first season of Game of Thrones.
Yeah, I started watching it 14 years after it came out.
I also haven't been able to get into Breaking Bad, Peaky Blinders, Black Mirror, Mad Men, and many other series that I would like to watch but give up when I read the number of seasons/episodes they have.
It's a combination of two factors: my disaffection with televisions and my constant lack of time.
As a kid, I didn't have a TV. I shared a room my whole life... and I loved solitude. So, I used to hang out on the living room sofa or on the balcony... always reading. Listening to the radio, too. That's how my great passions were formed, to which I've dedicated half my life.
When I moved out on my own, I didn't have a TV. Then there was no cable. And streaming took many years to become available. In fact, it came from my ex. Up until then, I was still buying my DVDs in Plaza Bolívar… because that's what really kills me: a movie, beginning and end in a couple of hours.
But it turns out there are film productions that also defy that logic. I discovered this with my father and his ability to watch the Rocky movies a thousand times. Although I actually knew it could work perfectly with The Godfather Part II, Part III.
However, on this matter, I also had a debt that I paid off during the pandemic, while a worker was tearing down my bedroom wall to make it smooth so I could change its color: watching Star Wars, although I still don't know if I did it in the correct order.
The fact is that I fell in love with Leia Organa, the girl with the crazy hairstyles, the metallic bikini, the one who sided with the Rebel Alliance that fought the Empire and broke all the canons of princesses in the movies of that era.
Leia's role, from her first to her last appearance, is not that of a young girl waiting to be rescued. On the contrary: she's active, independent, and politically savvy. In the end, she no longer uses her title of princess but rather her rank as a Resistance general.
But she suffers from the evil of all horny women: she falls in love with the gold digger Han Solo.
I'll never forget the scene where Leia tells him "I love you," and the bastard, even though he loved her, only managed to respond, "I know." However, in the next installment ("Return of the Jedi"), he confesses his love for her, and she reciprocates in kind: "I know." Hats off!
The fact is that when I love a performance so much, I always ask myself the same question: Could it be that the actress/actor has a connection with the role and that's why they're so good at it? And obviously… I search for the answer.
Leia was played by Carrie Fisher, whom the media dubbed “the princess who was unlucky in love.”
They called her that from her youth until 2016, when she died at just 60 years old, after suffering from sleep apnea mixed with traces of cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, and a lot, a lot of sadness.
Carrie's life, like that of almost all mortals, was marked by a great love story: the American singer Paul Simon, member of one of the most successful musical duos in the world (Simon & Garfunkel).
Carrie and Paul met when she hosted Saturday Night Life in 1978. They dated for almost six years and were married for about 11 months. They married in 1983 and were divorced by July 1984. But they later got back together. In total, they were together for more than twelve years and traveled to many countries together.
Paul wrote several songs for Carrie, including one of the most beautiful songs ever written: 'Hearts And Bones' (hearts and bones), the title track of the musician's sixth album. In one of her recent interviews, she confessed that she loved that track: "I like the songs he wrote about our relationship. Even when he insults me."
Yes, when he “insults” her. Carrie used to say that their frequent arguments always ended in laughter: “We once had a fight on our honeymoon, and I told him, ‘Not only do you not like me, I don’t like you either.’ We tried to argue about it afterward, but we couldn’t stop laughing. It was love.”
The fact is, they both still described their relationship as “All kinds of mistakes upon mistakes and more mistakes”… because, you know, love doesn’t free us from making mistakes again and again.
In Carrie's biography, titled Wishful Drinking, she takes responsibility for that failed love affair and writes something very sad that reveals the way she saw herself:
“I think I can be considered an interesting girlfriend at best. But a wife? I think I'd be a disappointment to anyone. Poor Paul. He had to put up with a lot from me. I guess I ended up falling into the 'good story, bad choice... bad for real life' mode. I was great material, but on a day-to-day basis, I was more than he or anyone could handle.”
I remembered that quote because I found myself this weekend telling someone that I was “no good… for him or anyone else.”
Who talked us into such nonsense, Carrie Fisher? How come, after fighting the Death Star, we end up doubting our own worth?
I hope you're resting in peace, Leia, princess turned general. You did get lucky in love after all... but love isn't always what we're told.
By: Jessica Dos Santos /Instagram: Jessidossantos13
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