The Bodyguard is still one of my very favorite movies and I
always, ALWAYS, cry at the end. How is it possible not to? Whitney in the
plane, watching Keving Costner all bodyguardyish and stern on the tarmac – not
a single emotion on his face but you know, you KNOW, that he is hurting on the
inside, and then the music starts. “I-if Iyiyiiiii should stay, I will always
be in your waaaaayyyyyyy…” and she runs ….off the plane and into his arms. Ah!
So romantic and sad and it makes you wondering? Will they make it? Because
while she is stuck with the old, grey guy and he is watching over some priest,
will they live happily ever after in her mansion? He is not her bodyguard
anymore and the crazy sister is dead so no worries, right? They can hang out,
drink orange juice (only), play with his swords and watch samurai movies
together. Go to the dingy bar on Friday nights and play old hits on the
jukebox. And Fletcher will grow up, learn to swim, and be a normal kid where
you play year-long games of chess in a cabin by a lake. If only.
No one could hold a note like Whitney; she would belt out
tones so strongly that you’d think the speakers would explode only to shush
down to an almost whisper and still be in complete control. And the emotions
she conveyed; always getting the message through only to end with that
million-dollar smile that would bright up any arena, TV screen or concert hall.
It seemed so easy and many have tried to copy her style; some with great
success and some…not so good. Karaoke singers love her songs, even though they
are so hard to pull off. Must be the liquid courage many enjoy before hitting
the stage and grabbing the microphone.
After a few drinks we are all superstars, hey?
Whitney, you will be missed. They angels are lucky to have
you in their choir. Ah, who am I kidding? She won’t be in the choir, no way,
she will be the soloist singing her heart out; brightening up the heavens with
her beautiful voice and person and if we listen carefully, we can still hear
her in our hearts.
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