I caught Lost and Delirious late at night on HBO. After consulting my TV Guide for future airings, I recorded it to a tape that I labeled "Fun Teen Comedies." From the beginning you know you're in for a timely bore, with voiceover telling the audience what we already know: a young girl is thrown into an all-girl prep school so daddy can go home and bone new mommy. She's angsty, quiet, and fresh-faced. So of course she's thrown into the dorm room that has situations that "make her feel things down there for the first time." Her roommates are portraying 16 or 17, but are really 24, and at night get hot and heavy with each other, complete with original music fully inspired by that one song by Natalie Imbruglia.
There's tons of forced unnecessary drama involving an injured and rehabilitated hawk that, for the life of me, I cannot find that of which it is symbolic. The mousy girl befriends the school groundskeeper that offers cliché advice and fills her 'dad joke' void. And like most wild romances, it ends in tragedy. But there are some very well-photographed sex scenes amidst all of this. And I really dug that. I will not apologize for this.
For a while I would fast-forward to any and all erotic scenes as any purely girl-on-girl tape-to-own movies were pretty hard to come by. Then it got to the point where I would just put on the whole thing, while I worked on collages, or wrote a play. There was a period of around 2 months where I probably watched it once every day. I will not apologize for this.
It occurred to me after several viewings how sad and how closely a huge plot point mirrored my own pathetic situation. The more well-endowed of the two lesbian teens breaks off the romance after public humiliation threatens to expose her to her parents. This was her greatest fear of all, and she repeatedly tells her ex-girlfriend that she "just doesn't understand." While clumsily executed and hilariously-poorly acted, this dilemma was right on target. I spent my entire life being a super human to gain favor of my parents; my mother in particular. To find out that I liked the girls would have been worse news to her than if I'd flunked out of school. They would have most definitely threw me out, which happened anyway in April of '02, for refusing to clean my bathroom a second time to her satisfaction. I will not apologize for this.
I recently found a copy of this movie on DVD at a flea market in Hollis, NH, and all of those old feelings came back. I shyly shared this goofy sexy turd with my husband with full disclosure. During the viewing, I looked around my house at the professionally-framed half-naked girls, and the DVD rack next to me filled to the brim with boobie movies, and I realized that I am comfortable. I am in my first and forever home where I am truly accepted for who I am. And you know what? I will not apologize for this.