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I watched this documentary last night, just released by HBO. It was sad, surreal, joyful at times while uppermost insightful on these two talented ladies who were people just like us with their grace, goodness and goofiness.
I can’t imagine what it would be like to be Todd Fisher and the rest of the family to watch, after privately laying to rest this dynamic duo. I say dynamic now because I would not have known much about either lady other than what most of us know: the Princess Leia character dearly loved by Star Wars fans and Carrie Fisher: I didn’t write it down but there was a profound quote by Carrie in the documentary to the humble effect that she was merely the vessel with which the character was entrusted to. She took the responsibility seriously yet it didn’t define her.
I learned a lot more about Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds than I ever had before. I suppose that is often the purpose or outcome to a documentary: to inform us, to peak inside the private world of mother and daughter. To this end, we saw the people behind the personas: loving, caring and whimsical.
Now it makes sense when it was reported that Debbie Reynolds’ last words were along the lines of “I’m going to be with Carrie now”. One can’t help but feel saddened that the world is left without a mother and daughter who truly were devoted to each other, relied on each other so much. The viewer can’t help but marvel at the strength and humor they leaned on each other so much for.
Impeccable timing is everything but in this instance it is surreal. How uncanny that the HBO documentary released January 7, immediately after the duo were laid to rest.
After watching this, I understand why the two would leave together at the same time. Ironically, most of us would recognize them as singular personas, each talent bright on their own, yet privately, their love for each other so transparently glimpsed, thankfully, by the dedication of Fisher Stevens.
I suppose a lot of people knew more about their unique contributions than I did. I appreciated knowing more about them. To be so lucky in family in so many ways. Drawn together by heartbreaking media bonanzas.
Many of us weren’t around during the scandal in 1958 when Elizabeth Taylor and Eddie Fisher betrayed friendship and marriage vows together. Such is the makings of a legendary Hollywood screenplay. It was almost painful to see and listen to the memories replayed by all those hurt.
I sure hope that a resurgence of Todd Fisher’s dream of creating a “Debbie Reynolds Museum” as a tribute to her passion of collecting Hollywood memorabilia. How wistful to watch when Debbie had to part ways with some of her fondest treasures.
Despite the drama, I came away with a deep appreciation for the meaning of family. Even though it seemed obvious the great love between the mother and daughter pair, it was obvious how Todd was an adored member of this nucleus of strength and love.
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