Two movies in one weekend. Heaven.
"Teenage," "Mutant," "Ninja," are three adjectives that I never thought I'd see modifying the word "Turtles" but I'm thankful for that kind of creativeness. I've seen the three previous movies and there was no way I'd miss this one.
I was being pushed into the theatre and we waited patiently for the young woman to check the tickets of the family in front of us. She was noticable primarily because of her desire to not be noticed. She never looked up. Never looked anyone in the eyes. Her lack of self esteem radiated out from her. I always feel the desire to get up and hug someone like this but I never do, never would and understand that the desire is patronizing in a very deep way.
So when we got up to her I was the only one able to see her face because I was sitting in my chair. I noticed a small rose coloured birthmark, maybe the size of a dime, on her left cheek. She was beautiful, almost stunning actually, and the birthmark looked like it might have been left from God's peck on the cheek. It added to her beauty. Really.
But her face was down, she didn't look up.
I was deeply saddened.
How have we come to live in a world where a beautiful young woman can't cast her eyes in mine?
What messages about perfection and imperfection has she been given?
So I watched a movie about how mutant turles save the world.
And all I could do was wish, somehow, that I could save her.