Enlightened

Not enlightened like might be suggested by the attempts of playing a French bohemian existentialist. Neither I feel any stream of enlightenment (quite oppositely, I rather can't get out of a peculiar mind state of soft delirium lately.) Today's post title is drawn from the series I'm madly obsessed about. Or rather was, since I saw the entire thing that Easter. Like every year, I remained loyal to my holiday traditions and watched another Studio Ghibli and Disney films. From Up on Poppy Hill and Frankenweenie. But the icing on the cake was the complete two seasons of Enlightened. I couldn't moan deeper over the fact that HBO's eventually cancelled it. Laura Dern is brilliant, so is Mike White, her fellow writer. All the ideals touched are perfectly depicted, like in the way it was done in Six Feet Under or American Beauty. Even the soundtrack is similar here and there (e.g. Joni Mitchell's Court and Spark.) Staying safely far from the grounds of tackiness, the script is full of hope, energy and courage. I just loved watching it when in bed, in the evening or morning, and I'll surely re-watch it all over again. It's already been happening like a thousand times with the fragments where Amy runs or muses, with Ingrid Michaelson's All Love in the background. To those of you who haven't seen Enlightened yet, who plan to do so and wouldn't like their epiphanies to get spoiled - do not read the following quotation of the summary words from the series finale. I just couldn't resist archiving them here.
There's only one life. There's so much I don't understand, but this I know: you can wake up to your higher self. You can be patient, and you can be kind. You can be wise, and almost whole. You can walk out of hell, and into the light. You don't have to run away from life your whole life. You can really live. And you can change. And you can be an agent of change.

Court and Spark by Joni Mitchell