Watching Casper again reminds me of the first time I watched it at GV Junction 8. It was a weekday afternoon and the only movie I’ve watched with my dad alone. In 1995, when I was…8? Gosh, how I’ve grown.
I remember sobbing at the part when Amelia comes back for James and tells him their daughter is growing beautifully because of him. But she reminds him not to pick up the extension every time a call comes for her, that French fries are not breakfast food and that he shouldn’t ask her to wear a t-shirt under her bathing suit. My dad’s name is James, by the way. (And my mom’s Ann.)
Casper’s boyish voice breaks my heart, especially when he said, “Kat, can I keep you?” Nobody says things like that. It’s too earnest and out there.