Little Women, Big Dreams

Little Women, Big Dreams

*contains some spoilers*

In this 2019 adaptation of Little Women, based on the 19th century novel by Louisa May Alcott, Greta Gerwig - actress-turned-director/screenwriter - explores the themes of women, money, ambition and art; a story which feels just as relevant today as it did all those years ago.

During the opening scene, as the ambitious Jo, played by the delightful (and now Oscar-nominated) Saoirse Ronan, runs excitedly through the streets of New York after selling a story to the local newspaper, it reminds you of Gerwig herself when she played a similar role as a young, aspiring dancer in the 2012 film Frances Ha. However, this time Gerwig is no longer the young women chasing her dreams, but living them out instead and proving herself as a filmmaker to be reckoned with. This is her latest work since her Oscar-winning and highly-acclaimed Ladybird, and she is now undoubtedly paving the way for women in the film-industry today.

From the interview with Edith Bowman for her Soundtracking podcast, Gerwig mentions a particular line in the book which resonated with her, that line being ‘the world is hard on ambitious girls’. In the film she successfully portrays the four sisters - Jo, Amy, Beth and Meg - as best friends and equally strong individuals in pursuit of their dreams in a tough world. The film’s timeline shows them playing and growing together, and striving for achievement, wealth or creative careers. As the young women mature, Gerwig successfully highlights each of the sisters’ different and individual paths whilst confronting life’s hard knocks along the way. Jo desires to be a successful writer; Amy (played by Oscar-nominated Florence Pugh) a painter in Paris; Beth (Eliza Scanlen), quiet but present, is a talented pianist but suffering from illness and Meg (Emma Watson), desires a wealthier lifestyle, a husband and a family. 

Though their visions on life differ and sometimes conflict, the bond of sisterhood and family never loosens the deep-rooted ties these girls have - whether through betrayal or loss. All girls are equally as expressive and creative, sometimes putting on small plays for children, helping around the house as they live at home with their mother, played by Laura Dern, who keeps things together despite the long absence of their father. They always find ways to keep themselves entertained and despite their own poverty, give to others with even less than themselves. What Gerwig portays so well is four young girls, and sisters, who have been raised well but have simultaneously carved out their own strong characters and direction in life. Equally she shows the obstacles often faced by young women who want a career of their own, but don't want to be lonely, who want wealth but don't know how to get it from a position of poverty or without a man's help, who don't want to get married even when society says you should and who, as Amy once puts it 'wants to be great or nothing at all'. 

The everyday lives of the girls and their motives are slightly shaken with the encounter of their charming and handsome neighbour Laurie, played by Timothée Chalamet, who peaks the interest of a few of the girls, a bit like the arrival of the wounded soldier in Sofia Coppola's, The Beguiled. He provides a new amusement and discovery for the girls who are yet to have their first experience in love. At one point, Beth even admits to 'being afraid of boys'. Sparks fly and jealousy then leads to betrayal, and in one scene Amy heartbreakingly burn's Jo's story out of jealousy. Though love interests cause friction between the girls, the sisterhood remains more important than anything. Jo who is essentially the leader of the pack, doesn't want to let any man stop her from following her dreams, even if that man loves her, or even when another man doesn't approve of her writing. Though careers, dreams and love gets in the way, family definitely comes first, and everything else second.

Gerwig succeeds in directing and telling a beautiful story about strong, determined little women with big dreams, fueled with happy and uplifting moments and with heartbreaking scenes too, mostly all of them which you will probably cry at. The performances are excellent and feel effortless and it is a movie that I will jump at the chance to see again and I highly recommend you go and see too, to support women film directors. I'm pretty disappointed that Gerwig received no director nominations, as I believe this is her best work yet and I'm so excited for her to create more films in the future. 

Disclaimer: I read no other reviews of this film before writing this and have never seen the other adaptations or read the original book (but I intend to asap!), so all words are my own - except quotes. The only research done was of course seeing the film and listening to the Gerwig/Bowman podcast on Soundtracking (listen here). Oh and big shout out to my mum the sub editor, lol.

A Door Of One's Own

A Door Of One's Own

"To have a door that I could shut was still the height of bliss for me."

For my first book of 2020, I'm currently reading Simone de Beauvoir's The Prime of Life (La Force de l'âge) the second volume of her autobiography. I loved the first volume and the many pockets of wisdom she shares about her upbringing then student-to-adult life in Paris. She's so witty and has a great sense of humour and as my first time reading anything by her, I'm already a big fan. There are many lines from her books that resonate with me and this one in particular stood out for me today. I've been thinking a lot about how much I'd love a home of my own. 

Throughout my life I've often shared homes, sometimes even a bunk-bed with my big sister when I was a child then much later sharing halls as a student and then a shared apartment as a young adult. I remember in my second home in Scotland my parents renovated the small room into a bedroom for me, finally a room of my own! Funnily enough, I didn't have a door on it whilst renovations were happening, instead it was a cheap pink beaded curtain until a door was put in place.

De Beauvoir talks about freedom and how intoxicating it was to possess it when she returned to live in Paris in 1929 and how she'd longed for this feeling as a young girl, dreaming about being a grown-up. When I moved back in with my parents after a year of job-hunting post-university, I felt I lost that sense of freedom, or independence that I guess I kind of took for granted. I didn't realise how crucial it was to my life. The ability to come and go as I pleased, bring friends round whenever I liked and do everything on my own timetable. However at the time it felt right, to have the comfort and support of a real 'home' and not rented accommodation. It was what I needed in that moment. Reading this line from the book provided a little reassurance and instilled some patience about having my own home one day. De Beauvoir rented off of her gran in Paris, wasn't hugely wealthy, but for her, freedom was the most valuable thing. She was utterly content with a small room, which was her little haven in a crazy metropolis, a place to briefly shut the outside world out and be herself.

I think it's been playing on my mind lately as I'm at an age where some of my friends, or old friends, are getting their own homes, getting engaged and even having kids already. And the other half are working out life, living at home and/or renting. I'm currently renting a room in someone else's home while I work, and the house is gorgeous, spacious and homely so I'm lucky. However, I'm longing for that 'I'm home, in my own home' feeling. I got a small taste of having my own flat for a few months last year, and I suppose I miss it a bit! It had it's pros and cons. Though it could be a tad lonely, I loved the freedom, I loved that everything was mine, and I could wander around in my pyjamas or do the famous dash from bathroom/bedroom (lol), and invite friends round as I pleased.

As Simone de Beauvoir says in her book, after reading a story in Mon Journal about an English schoolgirl, she says "Here, within these gaily painted walls, she read and worked and drank tea, with no one watching her -- how envious I felt!". I guess you could call it privilege, to have your own home to do that, not everyone has that. Though I may not have a home of my own yet, I try to make anywhere I go, rent or wherever I lay my head feel more like 'home'. And as long as I have a door to shut (or a pink beaded curtain to parade through!), then I can feel the feeling briefly of having my own home, and that's good enough for now.

New Year, New Decade

New Year, New Decade

Photo by Ken Gascon

2019 started out with a trip to London and an interview at mtv, a stop in Brighton, then Richmond and Essex to see family. Followed by deciding to stay in France near my family, signing on to a job scheme, moving out, doing an internship at a radio station, and then moving out again and working at another radio station. 

The start of the year was complete pants if I'm honest, but I've accepted it as it was and can now look at where I am today and I feel eternally grateful. From a relationship ending, a friend passing away, my physical health not being at its best to my professional life that was far from perfect, I found it hard to imagine at the time of a better reality. Though it sounds cheesy, hindsight can be a flipping wonderful thing. I wouldn't have appreciated just how much better everything is now, and how quickly, even though it felt like forever, everything changed if I hadn't had the bad. Just before half of the year I moved out and had my own flat, started working again, celebrated my nephews first birthday in the sunshine, made new friends, worked at a festival and felt content again. It's no award, prize, pay check or job promotion, engagement ring or baby shower, but the fact I'm laughing and smiling again is just as valuable as any of that and for that this year feels like a huge achievement. 

And fast forward some more months, I moved out again, got offered a job position I really enjoy, worked at two festivals I'd never been to, interviewed artists and met a dj from one of my favourite US radio stations and started to do things again that I enjoy.

2019 is a spec in the last ten years but certainly one that stands out and will probably stick with me, and ends the decade for me with I guess what feels like a small sense of triumph. 

At the beginning of the decade, I'd just moved to France, upheaved a life in Scotland and started all over again. Friends, education, language, home. And in between I gained three French diplomas, became fluent in the language and lived in a bed and breakfast in the French countryside and met guests from all over the world. I made French friends, ate like the French, dreamt in French (really), partied like the French and drank like the French.

I started this blog. I travelled - Netherlands, France and the UK. I celebrated birthdays and 10 new years and 10 christmasses. I made new friends. We got a cat. I finished my studies in France, a relief. I moved to Liverpool to study for three years in communications and film studies. I made great friends and met incredible people. I worked in a cinema, a shop, my university and wrote this blog. I travelled to China, Germany, Italy, Spain, Denmark and saw more of France. I saw tons of bands, went to festivals and partied. I became a true Liverpool-local, and still know the city better than any other city. I came back home to France. I did an internship at Cannes Film Festival. I went to Madrid again. I became an aunty to a beautiful little boy. I've read hundreds of books, seen hundreds of films, contently spent many hours cozied up watching new tv shows, talked to hundreds of people, wandered art galleries, parks, museums, cathedrals, beaches and cities, danced and belted along to hundreds of songs, cried and laughed.

Looking back on 10 years feels quite momentous and albeit a little anxiety-inducing. Did I do enough? Did I achieve enough? Did I do my best? A whole decade. From ages 14 to 24. Teenager to adult. Moments of pure joy, excitement, amazement, discovery and bliss, other moments, tough, painful and difficult. I like to think the more life goes on the more I understand it, but actually I feel like I understand it less, none of it actually makes much sense, and not everything goes as you planned it but that's OK and is exactly why I feel more excited by it than anxious like I often was - though, still something I'm working on. I've felt more content than ever to let go of relationships and things that I'm better without, and ready to embrace all the new lovely things to come.

Here's to more surprises, unexpected moments, new opportunities, new countries and new foods, new books and new songs, new films and new friends, new art and a new year.

Here's to 2020 and here's to a new decade woooo.