My Best Friend’s Wedding

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

What if you watch all but the last 30
minutes of My Best Friend’s Wedding, so
you don’t know who he ends up with—

or “up with whom he ends,” as it were—
does it matter? It is less a film, in any
case, than a parable of the good life

gone horribly better, with one too many
statuesque divas cavorting in and out
of Victorian doorways and filigreed

elevators, shushed bellhops and tailors
backing carefully out of frame, gala
proceedings only a handful of the millions

who’ve flocked to giggle at this flick
could come close to affording, and for what?
To descry, if distantly, men and women

so articulate and elegantly appointed
as to draw attention away from our so-called
lives, here, in the mud of clerical serfdom,

where nothing ever ends well, or in fact,
even ever ends. It just keeps going;
you don’t quite know what’s happening.

• • •

2 Responses to “My Best Friend’s Wedding”

  1. restorel66 Says:

    I like this. The last line has haunted me for a couple of weeks. Also, nice use of descry.

  2. belz Says:

    Thank you; thanks very much.

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