' Cinema Romantico: One Man's Journey to Fingerprint-Land

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

One Man's Journey to Fingerprint-Land

As many of you may or may not know I consider the 1997 indie drama "The Myth of Fingerprints" to be one of my All Time Top 5 Favorite Movies. You can check out a few of my thoughts on it here. And, don't worry, cherished readers, the post will appear again this Thanksgiving. (I'm already craving my yearly viewing of it and it's 3 months away!)

My dear sister, as you also may or may not know, has been spending this summer in the state of Maine (i.e. The Pine Tree State) with Americore, working on a daily basis to build nature trails. I know what you're thinking and the answer to your inevitable query is, yes, we really are related. I will be flying out to Maine in a week's time to visit and then we will meander our way down the Atlantic seaboard to meet up with my best friend in his adopted hometown of New York City.

Now, as you also may or may not know, "The Myth of Fingerprints" was filmed on location in Maine. For instance, there is a glorious sequence wherein Julianne Moore has come to "town". She was reading a book at home, you see, only to find the back pages of the book were ripped out and so she wants to know the end. She can't find the book but she does cross paths with a former grade school classmate portrayed by James LeGros. His name was Leonard Morrison but he has since changed it to Cezanne ("God, you're strange", says Moore). He tells her he knows the end to the book. They walk in the town square and talk. They sit in a gazebo and talk.

These scenes, by the way, just look beautiful. They're shot at dusk and the way the sun falls, the wind whipping, is literally sumptuous.

But Moore realizes how late it is. She has to get home for dinner. She rises to her feet and hurries to her car. "Do you remember my name?" he calls out after her. "Leonard Morrison!" she shouts. To which he replies, "Cezanne!"

It's perfect. And the way it's shot - and the way it looks, as I established - is perfect. And the acoustic guitar playing over it is perfect. And I've seen it, maybe, 30 times and it always makes me smile. Always. And here's the thing, that very scene was shot in Andover, Maine. My sister is stationed an hour or so away from Andover, Maine.

That's right. I'll walk in that town square and sit in that gazebo. And to an idiot like me, that soars into a realm far, far beyond cool.

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