I watched WALL-E again last night. It's being a while. Gloria and I enjoyed it and watched it multiple times.
Unfortunately, the copy that I got from the library here, in common with a great many library copies of children's DVDs, has frequently being taken out, dropped, and probably even stepped on. The surface is a haze of scratches, and quite a number of them are extensive enough that a great many sections of the movie are just not available. I'll probably have to go around to the second hand stores here and see if I can find a copy.
I've always liked WALL-E. It's a romantic comedy, and one of the few "situation" comedies where the situation is extreme enough for the humour to actually rely on the situation, and not the foolishness of the characters. And it's also refreshing that all of the characters (with the exception of Auto) are, essentially, good (and even Auto is not so much evil, as limited).
I like the love story. The fact that the beautiful, capable robot falls for the lumpy and aged trash collector resonates. So does the tenderness with which he cares for her during her hibernation (and which she eventually discovers).
I hadn't, in a sense, forgotten the hand holding, but I had forgotten how extensive, and important, it was to, and in, the movie.
Hand holding was oddly important to Gloria and I. In the first place I had never had a girlfriend, and had never had anyone to hold hands with. In the second place, I discovered that I was a very tactile person, a fact which had been hidden by growing up in a very non-tactile family. Gloria used to say about the early days of our marriage that I held her hand so much that it was like I was afraid of her getting away. We held hands a lot, and probably a lot more than most couples. One counselor remarked to us that it was obvious that there was nothing wrong with our relationship, and when we queried why it was so obvious, she just noted that, every time we were in her office, we were always holding hands. We held hands in the car, when I was driving, and while I don't like driving, and get frustrated by it, and Gloria while Gloria was occasionally nervous by how aggressive that I got in those situations, she eventually found that simply touching my hand meant that I calmed down, and started driving more rationally.
So holding hands was very important to us. And in Gloria's final days in hospital, I held her hand a lot.
And I don't have anyone to hold hands with anymore.
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