Somewhere, Tomorrow

I don't know if you know this... but Sarah Jessica Parker had a career pre Sex and the City. I know, I know it is a little hard to imagine SJP as anyone other than Carrie Bradshaw, but there it is. She was all over the eighties: Square Pegs, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, Footloose and Somewhere, Tomorrow.

Oh? You don't know Somewhere Tomorrow? Well, don't feel bad; neither did I until tonight... even though I purchased said DVD for a dollar on a late-night Wal Mart trip years ago. This movie is awful-- like, so awful it's awesome. {Otherwise, why blog about it?}

Seriously, what's not love about a movie where a girl meets a boy who just crashed in a plane accident, gets thrown from a horse, meets boy again but he's dead now {Yeah-- I'm serious}, thinks dead boy is alive then finds out he's really a ghost whom she believes has been sent by her dead father to help get rid of her mother's boyfriend, discovers that really, mom just needs to move on and that maybe she should too, then discovers that by her self-discovery and coming to terms with her father's death that now her new dead-ghost boyfriend has to leave {you know, because he's fulfilled his mission or whatever}, but then-- {in the worst film transition ever} meets up with dead boyfriend in heaven, where she is told that she isn't done living... sooooo... she wakes up in the hospital with a new-found respect for life, and for no reason at all wanders down to the old-folks wing and sings them a horrifying song in her hospital gown, where in the greatest movie twist of all, formally dead-ghost boyfriend is wheeled in and they meet for the first time because um... I guess it was all a dream from when she was thrown from the horse in the beginning.
Like I said: Awesome.

Oh and there's a great scene where she and dead boyfriend are engaging in some tom-foolery while he is wearing a towel {nothing dirty--just playin' and flirtin'} and her mom walks in. Well, of course he has to drop the towel because c'mon--he's a ghost and mom can't see him but would probably be suspicious of a towel walking around her daughter's room by itself. Needless to say, hilariousness ensues and poor Sarah Jessica gets the giggles and confuses mother all the more.

Classic cinema. Genius dialogue. Totally worth the dollar spent and the 90 minutes I'll never get back.

{Oh Janey, where have you been?}