I cannot recommend highly enough a charming film called “Bend it Like Beckham.” A British import, it tells the story of a teenaged Indian girl (as in, from India) in England who is a phenom football (i.e., soccer) player and obsessed with Manchester United player David Beckham. Her parents, however, are far more old world in their beliefs of what their daughter’s future holds, and being a football player definitely ain’t it. But when opportunities arise for her that bring her head to head not only with her folks’ attitudes but also her sister’s wedding plans, hilarity ensues.
We went the other day, we being Kathleen, Ariel, myself and baby Caroline, now four months old. As with “Chicago,” I positioned myself next to the exit so if she began to fuss at all, I’d bolt the theater with her. Unlike “Chicago” where she slept through it, this time out Caroline started out napping but woke up twenty minutes in. To my surprise, she was riveted by the film for the remainder of its near two-hour running time. I bottled fed her, she watched the film. I burped her, she watched the film. Gave her the pacifier, she watched the film. She spit out the pacifier and continued to watch the film, eyes like saucers. If I tried to turn her away from the movie for some reason, she twisted around in my arms so she could go back to watching it. For about ten seconds during a big football game she cooed softly; other than that, not a peep. She was totally engrossed in the images on the screen. And that’ someone who didn’t even know what was going on.
Can’t get a higher recommendation than that.
PAD
• 
Recent Comments