
The feather earrings she’s gifted by her dad’s girlfriend; the lamp-heated dresser drawers full of goose eggs and silk scarves; the shower tragedy that always made me feel like I had soap in my eyes, too; the insane custom-made plane for a child; perhaps most of all, that opening scene to the tune of Mary Chapin Carpenter… I have been watching this movie for going on 30 years, and it is seared in my brain like no other.
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