I’m in love with Meryl Streep!
Well, not actually "in love."
I just love watching her act.
I've been reworking a query letter for one of my novels for weeks, and it's making my brain feel like scrambled eggs.
I know, I know!
Crazy, right? Reworking for weeks?
I have no problems writing chapters for my novels. But a query letter? Makes my innards quake.
So, to de-stress and put my mind in a better place, I’ll leave my laptop humming whatever tune electronics hum, go downstairs, turn on the TV to HBO's “video on demand” and order up Mamma Mia. Instantly I feel happy. I love the setting for the movie—Greece! Oh, those blue colors! Wish I could live by water that color. And I love the songs! Wish I could remember all the lyrics when I’m in the shower.
Mostly, I love how Meryl Streep plays Donna in Mamma Mia.
I also love Meryl in Doubt.
And in The Devil Wears Prada.
I particularly love her in Prime. I think she should have won the Oscar for her role in that movie. Specifically when she learns that Uma Thurman is dating her son. That movie also was an HBO “video on demand” movie. I used to order it just to get to see her reaction. Laughed my butt off every time.
I love her in The Bridges of Madison County.
And recently, I saw Out of Africa on one of those cable channels that shows old movies. I’d never seen it before, and I fell in love with her then too.
And I love her in Sophie’s Choice.
It doesn’t matter what role Meryl is playing, I just love to watch her run the gamut of emotions.
Especially when she does it in just a few seconds.
I know you know the saying—you can’t squeeze blood out of a turnip.
But I’d bet that Meryl Streep could squeeze an emotion out of playing a turnip.