Today I flew back to Washington from Oklahoma, with a connection in Denver.  The trip was fairly uneventful (as opposed to the trip in May), except for several minutes’ delay on both flights.  I sat next to a nice, if very talkative and, erm, open woman on the way to Denver.  She was going to visit her best friend who lives in Denver and who has a house in Las Vegas and who was her best friend since they were 12 (she’s 57) because it’s a short trip and her husband is on a transplant list and so can’t travel but who does support her going back to school and who had gone to Oahu and Cancun with her.  (Yes, this is what the plane ride was like.  Now back to your regularly scheduled grammar rules.  But, really, I could have had someone like this.)  I felt sorry for several people on the second flight who had been on standby.  They were seated and ready to go, but the plane was refueled, meaning it was overweight.  So the United staffers pulled these standby passengers off the plane.  I can’t even imagine that.  I think I’ve been on standby once, and I was a mess.  I went around tracking down another flight because my initial one had been oversold.  How cruel to yank someone out of a plane they’d already settled into!  Is there really that big of a weight difference between a mostly full flight and an actually full flight?  Jonah Hill was on Leno the other night, and pointed out that he can’t see the difference between a slightly inclined seat and an upright seat or between having an iPod on and having it off.  He’s right; would one of these minor changes really make a difference?  If they do, we have a larger problem to worry about if iPods can bring down the plane.  (Video of this coming potentially soon.  Or whenever I can find it on YouTube.)

The real highlight of my trip was probably the Sketch to Screen exhibit at the Oklahoma City Museum of Art.  I went with my friend, Grace.  It was an amazing collection of movie memorabilia.  The green dress, the green dress from Atonement, the flying dress and dinner dress from Titanic, Maximus’ armor from Gladiator, Queen Elizabeth’s purple gown from Elizabeth: The Golden Age, the drapes dress from Gone with the Wind, Atticus Finch’s glasses and briefcase from To Kill a Mockingbird, and Wolverine’s outfit from X-Men, among others.  I loved the dress from Queen Christine (must rent that, for the Swede in me) and those Titanic dresses.  Titanic was the film that made me fall in love with films.  I think it was the first movie to be covered in depth by the press when I was old enough to appreciate it.  I remember thick articles about filming in Newsweek and Time, along with my girlie magazine of choice at the time, Seventeen.

"I saw it in the window, and I just had to have it."

I may not have the talent to design gowns or to paint pictures, but I think I have an appreciation for art and workmanship.  Costumes help to create the mise-en-scene for a film, especially a period film, and say so much about each character.  In Shakespeare in Love, for example, Viola wears several amazing costumes for each type of occasion: wedding, Greenwich, church, ball, and everyday, not to mention her cross-dressing outfit for Thomas Kent.  Shakespeare has one deep teal outfit for the duration of the film, with one change when he plays Romeo.

This exhibit reminded me why I love films, and especially why I love period films.  Seeing firsthand how and why something was made for a particular film, actor, and scene enhances my awe for the industry.  For a good article on the best film costumes, check out Time here.

Now to bed.  I’ve gotten into two novels, and I’d like to finish at least The History of Love before classes resume on Monday.  Woo-hoo…  5AM wake-ups!  Or something.