i should be so lucky

A movie that is going to be in my Top Ten for the foreseeable future is Woody Allen's Match Point.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a Woody Allen fan nor am I girl-crushing on ScarJo - in fact I couldn't even watch their last movie because their lovefest of oh-my-god-look-at-us-aren't-we-just-so-great-together! had me dry retching. . . Hugh Jackman notwithstanding.

And although JRM and the equally delectable IMHO Matthew Goode would have guaranteed a re-watch - let's face it I own Chasing Liberty purely for Matthew Goode - I love it for it's bleak theme.

It's all about chance.

Chance absolutely terrifies me. If I allowed myself, I'd break out in a cold sweat every moment of the day just thinking about it. It worries me that one moment you're here and the next. . . you're dead. We all hear the horror stories - the workmate's best friend's brother's girlfriend who wakes up to find him dead in bed at 26 from a blood clot, the woman stabbed to death whilst visiting her grandmother's grave. These aren't bad things happening to people who make bad choices. These are things that happen randomly, horribly with no reason sometimes other than that they were in the wrong place, in the wrong time.

But. . .

Chance can be wonderful. I think it's unbelievable how you can meet someone that logically you should have met several times before but never did. . . and for some reason - maybe the stars align, maybe you just flipped a coin the right way up - you do. Angels sing, stars twinkle and you hit it off.

In a way, chance is the great equaliser - she doesn't care if you're good, that you paid your taxes, that you are good to your mother. She'll come whether you like it or not.

Of course JRM's character's good things were only saved by chance - he still put everything into place long before then. . . but then that's a moral for another time.