upon reaching home yesterday around noon-ish, i turned on the tv to see what was on.  i normally tune to the news on a local uhf channel to keep myself updated with what's happening since i hardly have time watching the evening edition.  yet somehow, i found myself checking out the cable movie channels and to my surprise, saw that the movie notting hill was on.  though i started on the part where hugh grant was getting out of the elevator hotel with a boquet of flowers in hand, thinking that he would be alone with julia roberts but instead faced a mob of movie people in a press conference for julia's character having a new movie, i still got hooked and never changed the channel again.  the thing is, i do have that movie on dvd and had planned on watching it for the longest time (i lost count as to how many times i've seen it), for some reason it always slipped my mind, and now here i am, watching it when i least expected it.

i admit that this movie is one of my all-time favorites, yet i don't know the reason why i like this movie that much.  perhaps it gives the notion that a simple man can have things he would never dream of.  i mean, what are the odds that the simplest of simple guys get to have a big hollywood celebrity as his girlfriend, and eventually his wife?  true that there were times that they were at each other's necks (well, at least julia was on hugh's, most of the time), but the fact that they got to meet, interact and get along is hollywood enough.  oh well, bottomline is that it's still a movie to watch over and over again (but not in rapid succession) and it has a very basic, but good story.  and to end this weird entry, i'll take an excerpt dialogue from the film which i found funny (among other parts of the movie) and at the same time, worth thinking about:

anna (julia):  i can't believe you have that painting (looks at mark chagall's painting on the wall of william's pad).

william (hugh):  you like chagall?

anna:  it's how happiness should be.  flying, wandering around…

william:  with a goat, playing a violin…

anna:  well, yeah.  happiness isn't happiness without a violin-playing goat.