Mol (mollyringle) wrote,

I'd give up my magic for you, baby.

Raise your hand if you know what this icon is from. Cool...all that's maybe two of you.

I got with the program and finally started using the Scrapbook space LJ provides, and put that screencap, and a few others, in a gallery.

This particular scene inspired me to make an icon, because, silly though it is, it struck me as one of the scenes (or at least themes) that most influenced my own storytelling preferences. It's the climactic moment, just about, to Finian's Rainbow: an American small-town girl helps a visiting leprechaun find his lost crock of gold, in which there is only one wish left. If he uses it to save the lives of an innocent couple in town, which is their only hope, he will lose his magic forever. Just as he's whimpering, "I don't want to be mortal. I want to go back to Fairyland," the young lady helps him decide.

Needless to say, the innocents are saved, and an American small town gains a newly-mortal leprechaun as a resident.

I find myself repeatedly using this kind of theme when I venture into the paranormal side of fiction: a magical creature giving up magic, or trying to, for the love and salvation of us lowly humans. It isn't anything new in storytelling--gods and goddesses and nymphs and fairy-folk (and Tolkienian Elves) have been getting emotionally entangled with mortals ever since stories began, and always at some peril to the involved parties. I suppose I like Finian's Rainbow in particular because it's the kind of thing I myself could write: it's set in the modern day (well, it was, when the movie was made), in a sleepy American town, and injects Old World magic into what would otherwise be an ordinary Steinbeckish tale of immigrants, tobacco growers, racist senators, and charismatic townspeople. (The tobacco growers are the good guys, too. Bet Hollywood wouldn't do that anymore!) The mix of styles comes out totally bizarre. But it looks beautiful--Francis Ford Coppola directed it, so it's in good hands--and the bizarre mix appeals to me.

Probably this is because I saw it over and over when I was so young I can't even remember the first time, and it warped my brain. But I don't think I quite realized the extent of the damage until capturing those pictures last night for idle amusement's sake, and thinking, "Hm, this is comparable to quite a few stories I've written or am planning to write."

Xanadu has similar themes and a similar history of warping my brain, but it is a lot dorkier as a film. So I won't discuss that right now.
Tags: fandom, movies, pictures, writing

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