I love you, a bushel and a peck. A bushel and a peck (though you make my heart a wreck). Make my heart a wreck and you make my life a mess. Make my life a mess? Yes…
A MESS OF HAPPINESS.
Words cannot begin to express how much I love this movie.
Do you ever listen to certain songs because you know that they’ll make you feel something special? Maybe you need to wallow in a broken heart, so you pull out your Joni Mitchell or Johnny Cash CD’s. Maybe you need a pick me up, so you play a little Michael Jackson or Lady Gaga.
No matter how I’m feeling; up, down, left, right, perpendicular, WHATEVER…this movie always makes me feel better than I felt before.
That being said, all that highly concentrated joy sometimes comes with a dash of melancholy because (seemingly) no one under the age of 35 has ever even heard about this movie, much less built a shrine to it in their bedroom like I have. It’s a pleasure that is nearly impossible to share with others.
Things don’t get much better when I try to summarize the plot for those ignorant of it’s awesome-sauce. It tends to befuddle or enrage people.
A mountain man named Adam Pontipee heads into town to find a wife he can court and marry in under an hour. Milly, a proper but headstrong cook, ends up falling for the big brute and goes back with him to his mountain home, under the impression that he lives alone.
Once at Pontipee Manor (re: a sad shack in the woods) Milly finds out that Adam actually has six rough and tumble brothers who are in desperate need of some civilizin’. The brothers, although initially resistant, are quickly tamed by Milly’s refined sensibilities. Once their edges have been smoothed over, they eventually seek out Milly’s guidance in the romance department.
Being a bunch of awkward mountain bachelors, their knowledge of courtship is limited to rural activities. Here’s an example of an attempt at a pick up line. (No joke.)
Say somthing nice, Gideon.
Nice night for a coon hunt?
See what I mean? These boys are NOT entering the dating pool anytime soon. At least not on their own. Enter the Milly.