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So I need to write an essay over spring break about Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein and so far I have two prompts on which to write—
I could do an essay about feminist themes in Frankenstein or I could write a compare and contrast paper of the novel and the National Theater Live Production (a production that has probably done THE best job of adapting the novel, in my opinion).
Before I go study for my philosophy test and read some Frankenstein, here is a brain drabble…
Doing dishes tonight, I was thinking of Beetlejuice (which was on TV tonight) and Harold and Maude. I thought how they were oddly similar when it came to the characters: you have the young protagonist, who is fascinated by the macabre and death, then you have their intervening/driving person/people. At the end of both movies, both characters start to get a new lease on what it means to live.
For Lydia, she gained two people who understood her and cared for her— they are like the parents that her own parents weren’t sometimes. The Maitlands also find that they can cope easier with their death in caring for Lydia, who is like the daughter they never got to have. Not to mention, by the end of the movie, they make Lydia’s parents realize how much they care about Lydia.
For Harold, his fascination with death goes away once Maude is gone. Maude has spent the entire movie (which is the last week of her life) teaching Harold how to love and live because, something she has pointed out throughout the film, is that so many people enjoy being dead but they aren’t.
Both movies ) are very sweet and funny outlooks on life (or even afterlife).
Then, for some reason, my mind drifted to Harold and Maude and the relationship portrayed in this film. I’ve tried explaining it to people and it’s almost difficult because I know what a lot of them will probably think…
An old lady and a 20-year-old kid… in a relationship? EW!
Then I suddenly thought of another unconventional “love story”: Lolita.
In our culture, Lolita is something typically sexy and innocent. You have a “nymphet” dressed in ruffles and laces, licking lollipops and teasing, so cute and seductive; what a wonderful love story!
… but then you actually read the book and realize that Humbert Humbert is an unreliable narrator and that the nature of his relationship with Lolita (Dolores Haze) is the very essence of pedophilia. Yet, people think this is okay?
They would be ready to call Lolita a love story yet they would possibly write off Harold and Maude’s relationship (a consensual, adult relationship) as something obscene and gross?
Lydia, Beetlejuice (1988) dir. Tim Burton
Random/relevant musing number 2….