A Brief Review of La La Land

Picture this, and do bear with me here: You are a thirty-year-old who is moving to a new house- a house that you have rented for yourself. You are moving out of your parents’. While packing your things, you find an old rug in a tank. Other than being really old, this piece of clothing is also dirty, stinky, wrinkly, and very tiny. At this point, you don’t even know if it’s a rug or a dead animal from a million years ago. Then you feel your mother’s hand on your shoulder. ‘You have found your blanket,’ she informs, smiling.

‘My blanket!’ you wonder, sort of asking yourself, trying to remember. Then you feel something hiking up through your spine, and into your memory. The rug suddenly feels softer, warmer, and like a bundle of joy. The smell becomes sweeter. And, although you can’t remember it, the blanket feels known to you. It feels like a bundle of all that is comforting to you. Suddenly, moving out of your childhood home takes a whole new meaning. The rug turns into a catalyst for nostalgia, a longing for going back to a time that you don’t even remember. But, you know that you want to travel back to that time because the blanket belongs there.

That, my friends, THAT is what La La Land is all about.

P.S. The blanket is also patched with small, uneven pieces of bright colored scraps.