John and Mary
Several years ago, around the time of my grandfather’s passing, I found an old copy of John and Mary by Mervyn Jones at my granparents’ house. A novel about the morning after a one night stand, I enjoyed the first half, but like so many books I have started, life took over and I neglected to see it through. Fast forward to last weekend…late Sunday night, while perusing netflix watch instantly, I stumbled across the film adaptation and was so mesmerized that I stayed up uncomfortably late finishing it. John and Mary (1969) portrays the awkwardness of romance with surprising accuracy and charm. Of course, John’s New York loft is unrealistically spacious and furnished with only the most covetable mid-century modern design. AND no one really looks like Mia Farrow except, well, Mia. But that’s why we love the movies in the first place. This one certainly struck a chord with me. I’d like to watch it again, obsessing over the perfectly disasterous conversations these two have, wondering where I can find a brown babydoll dress with a lace collar, wishing I could pull off that short hair, wishing I would run into a single furniture designer at a local bar….okay, enough indulging. It’s a great story, a good film with plenty of eye candy and free to watch if you’re in the netflix club. :)
