Thanks to the miracle of babysitting, Hank and I got to see a movie last week. We saw Stranger Than Fiction, starring Will Ferrell.
The premise of the movie, without giving anything away, is that the main character, played by Ferrell, suddenly becomes aware of the voice of the movie's narrator. It's a fun and inventive plot device that reminded me a lot of Charlie Kaufman screenplays, but that wasn't the best part of the movie for me. What I enjoyed most was that one of the characters, albeit a minor one, was Ferrell's wristwatch.
With a seven year-old daughter in the house who enjoys imaginative play, I spend a fair amount of time animating inanimate objects. I've supplied voices and personalities for everything from her stuffed animals, to her toothbrush, to our car, to the very house in which we live. (Housey has a VERY deep voice.) Never, however, did it occur to me to anthropomorphize my watch.
I'm sure lots of people who saw Stranger Than Fiction slapped their heads in a pseudo comical I-should-have-thought-have-that manner when they saw the Narrator character plot device, but I may have been the only person in the theater to give myself minor head trauma over the Watch character. I really really really should have thought of that. I'm going to slap my head a few times again right now.
I can't believe I thought to personify a toothbrush before my watch! My watch has been the the defining inanimate object in my life. Even when I'm not wearing an actual watch, I'm always aware of the time, and am within arm's length of some time-telling device. The watch is just the best physical manifestation of my relationship with time. It already has a personality. I just need to let it express it.
So now, I must decide which voice it gets. Is it a nerdy fellow, whose voice squeaks and cracks with excitement as it constantly nags me about each passing minute and every upcoming inconsequential event? Or is it more of a British butler, conspicuously resisting the urge to roll it's nonexistent eyes each time it has to remind me of wayward seconds? Those are both pretty good. Maybe the wristwatch is the squeaky nerd and the clocks are the butlers.
I'm excited to have all these new friends in my life. It can be lonely working at home.