We all know the Academy Award winning film starring the talented and yummy Daniel Day Lewis called My Left Foot. I’m not trying to go there. My movie, My Two Left Feet, is an erudite study into the human condition of a 21st century woman. It also reads like a telenovela.
Plot Summary: A hard working but unlikely middle school Earth Science teacher in Miami who is overworked and undervalued makes plans to take a much needed vacation. Alone. Her efforts are seemingly in vain as she is under constant fire from family and work: they need her to run their lives, and will do anything to keep her from leaving on a wine touring weekend with her home girls. She is trapped between the demands of her life and the desire to run away. One night buoyed by determination and blond lager, she books her ticket and throws a weekend worth of stylish, purple clothing into a small duffle bag. She resolves to never look back.
Marisol: the beautiful and slightly aloof middle school teacher.
Diego: her exotic and demanding husband.
Paco, Taco, and Loco: her brood of over achieving, fisherman sons.
Mr. Grabs: the touchy-feely principal of Tonteria Middle School where Marisol teaches.
Madge Slott: the understanding elderly hall monitor.
Plot Twist: Minutes before the 9th period bell on the Thursday before the long weekend, Mr Grabs appears unexpectedly in the 8th grade science classroom doorway to tell Marisol that she cannot abandon the Common Core, “it cannot be ignored Marisol.” As the words leave his lips Marisol’s iPhone begins to play Diego’s secret ringtone, La Cucaracha. Her hands tremble as she answers. Diego’s deep voice is filled with dread, “Amor mio…” he croons into the phone, “you must return home immediately. Paco has lost his brown shirt. Taco needs to go fishing, and Loco is…well…Loco.” His voice cracks on the syllable. Marisol stares blankly as she touches the home button on her iphone, cutting Diego off. Looking directly at Mr Grabs in defiance, she takes her purse from the bottom drawer of her desk, throws it over her shoulder and says in a breathy voice, “I’m sorry Mr Grabs, there’s been an emergency. I must go.” As she reaches the doorway her Louboutin stilettos come to an abrupt stop on the institutional white tiles. Marisol turns to face the 8th graders, the unwilling, silent witnesses to this shocking event and whispers, “no homework.”
Mrs. Slott hears the commotion and calls after Marisol but her voice is drowned by the wild cheers of the Science class and the clicking sound Marisol’s heels down the empty hall.
Will Marisol continue to be the driving force for family and school or has she been pushed to the limits? Will she rush home to Diego? Or will she grab the hastily packed weekender from the trunk, and jump on the first flight out of town?
Our only clue ladies and gentlemen, is the above photo.
I feel an Oscar nod…..