Two thumbs up for “The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.” Not only did I enjoy the movie, but it took me back to another time and place in my own life: 1975 and Bohol Island of the Philippines–home of those Chocolate Mountains I wrote about a couple of weeks ago.
When I wrote that post, I had a vague memory of having visited the Chocolate Hills of the Philippines, but had nothing to verify it. (The notebook from my Far East days is buried in a box somewhere in the garage.) Last night, however, I found a folder of old letters and articles, and there it was.
Thirty-seven years ago the place I stayed in claimed to be “The Best Hotel in Butuan City.” Call me Mrs. Ainslie (You know who I mean if you’ve seen the movie), but I cannot imagine it ever was or ever could be as exotic as the Marigold in its worst days.
If I can believe the information I find on the Internet, Butuan may have some exotic hotels to offer visitors today–unless like the Marigold, the pictures have been photo-shopped and the owners have only visions of future luxury and leisure. I love the line by the young Marigold Hotel owner, often repeated to his guests: “It will all be good in the end; if it is not good, then it is not the end.”
As Carlos and I exited the theater yesterday afternoon with all the others who had taken advantage of their senior citizen discount for the matinee, I could not help but respond when I overheard the usher comment that she had not seen the movie yet.
“Oh, you are too young to understand it anyway,” I said.
“I’m 21,” she responded defiantly.
I kindly held my ground with a smile. “That’s what I said, honey. You are too young to understand.”
We left the young woman standing there somewhat bewildered if not entirely irritated by my remarks. I turned to Carlos and laughed.
“She didn’t get it, did she?”