“That’s Russian, motherfucker!”
The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel show came crashing down on me at an interesting time in my life. Just a week ago I was in a very dark place — which I never thought it happened for a reason, I thought I was just losing my mind or missing a hormone or two, but it did happened for a reason — , forcing me to distract myself from the idea of bleakness and death.
Two shows helped me get the bleakness out of my system and down the drain of tears were “Fleabag” and this one. The show followed a story of Miriam “Midge” Maisel, a beautiful rich housewife, college-educated, under-appreciated woman who turns out she’s a very, very skillful comic. She’s a natural.
Having a Russian literature degree, she opened her second performance with “ya shivu v bolshom dome na kholme” or Russian for “I live in a big house on a hill”. She went on to explain why the line was so funny. She was living in a posh apartment at the Upper West Side of Manhattan but on that very night, her father -in-law kicked her out of the apartment that he actually owned because his son had left her.
“My life completely fell apart today.”
My life is currently in a tailspin as well and I found solace in Rachel Brosnahan’s performance. I don’t live in the Upper West Side nor its equivalent in Jakarta, like Menteng or Kemang. I live in the eastern, near southern part of Jakarta. Not very posh, but okay.
But just like Midge, I hold a literature degree, a French one. She might be way more beautiful than me but I certainly dig myself and no many people insult my ugliness up front my face so far.
One thing we share: we both had broken our hearts into pieces recently. I’m fine, though. I guess. Just like Midge found her comic gigs, I found this blog where I can spend time yapping about movies and being selfish by relating it to my life.
Long story short, I like this show. It’s witty, it’s snappy, it’s classy. Go watch it.
