|Tu Dors Nicole . . .
||[Sep. 1st, 2015|02:55 am]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
. . . is a cute movie about two barely employed recent college grads in Quebec one summer. It's kind of a slice o' life flick but it's well done and entertaining. Julianne Côté is a doll in her everyday sloppy dress and her freckles. One thing that resonated with me was the 10 year-old kid that she sometimes babysat for who was hopelessly enamored of her and always coming on to her. I had my own babysitter crush when I was his age.
Michelle was a good ten years older than I was. She was in high school or recently out when I was still young enough to need a babysitter. She was strikingly beautiful with gently curly blondish hair that reached the nape of her neck but not her shoulders. My brother and I loved to have Michelle "sit for us," as they used to say, but while I'm sure her rates were entirely reasonable, she did cost money, so if an uncle or grandparent was available, that's who my parents called on. On the occasions when we got to have Michelle, we would go with my dad to pick her up. Her family lived in an underground house with grass on the roof, so that was a treat just to go see her house which was totally unique in our area. She was great with us and, in our opinion, a lot more fun than any of our relatives.
Once when I was about ten and on the cusp of not needing a babysitter anymore, Michelle and two or three of her friends rode their horses down our street. Our area was pretty rural and it was not unheard of for people to ride horses around our neighborhood. My brother and my dad and I were outside and Michelle and her friends stopped to say hello. She was decked out in riding pants, high black leather boots and a close fitting silk top. She had on a hat that looked like those Aussie military hats where the side brims snap onto the side of the hat, but it was probably just a cowboy hat with the sides turned up high so that there was a brim in the fron and back but not so much on the sides. Sitting astride her magnificent looking horse in all of its tackle with her blondish hair billowing out from under her distinctive hat she was more striking than I had ever seen or imagined her. Until then I'd had this false sense of ownership of Michelle. I only ever saw her when she came to babysit and none of the other kids on our street had ever had her as a babysitter. I felt like she belonged to us somehow. Seeing her out of the usual context, outdoors in the daylight with her personal friends and looking so good and happy and confident and competent, destroyed my sense of ownership of her.
We moved shortly after that and that may have been the last time I saw her. I'm just saying, I totally get having a crush on your older female babysitter. And the hopelessness of it all.
Tu Dors Nicole is a charming movie and totally worth a watch.