H. I don’t know. One of these, maybe.
M. Why do you say that?
H. Because they’re all alike.
M. Oooh, but they’re not. Look. See, some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some even have lost some petals. All kinds of observable differences. You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world’s sorrow comes from people who are this [points to a daisy], yet allow themselves be treated as that [she gestures to a field of daisies].
See it if you haven’t. Harold is dark & hilarious, and Maude is lovely & odd as can be. And they’re both a little creepy. Harold is a teenager, and Maude is 79 and 3/4ths. The two lovebirds meet at one of the anonymous funerals they enjoy attending and fall for each other while transplanting a dying tree. Harold stages suicides for the “benefit” of his mother and drives a hearse. Maude steals cars and loves plants. I love these two. The movie’s just as much about death as it is about life, but I can’t help but think it’s oddly hopeful. Happy Sunday. xo-m