Jerry Maguire was on Bravo the other night and like every young woman who remembers when Tom Cruise was a sex symbol rather than couch-jumper, I sat down to watch. I think we can take for granted how a movie or a song or a commercial or some other (pop) cultural touch-point can bring us back so clearly to a moment in time in our lives.
Jerry Maguire was released in 1996, the year in which I can be certain I did not see it, seeing how I couldn’t watch Sex & The City until I went to college, let alone watch Dawson’s Creek in middle school. Nevertheless, I’m certain I was still a teenager when “show me the money”, “you complete me” and “you had me at hello” would join the ranks of “where’s the beef?” and “who let the dogs out?”
Fast-forward fifteen years and my husband sits downs beside me to tune in. He contributes gender-affirming masculine commentary – down to sports and Austin Powers references (For some, the as-memorable, “Mini Me, you complete me”).
We’ve arrived at the scene where Jerry Maguire is sitting in the room with his number one draft pick and his family and I realize that I’m really engaging with this scene. It reminds me of the “Year of the Quarterback” Tim Tebow episode when he waits with his family and friends to hear if he’s been drafted. Really?! I am watching a legendary chick-flick and relating it to ESPN?
I enjoyed the movie, but I think I enjoyed equally as much how differently a 15 year-old and a 25 year-old understands the relationship between Renee Zellweger and Tom Cruise…and of course, how much better I understand the draft. Some things remain constant, however, I still think the little boy is one of the cutest of all time, and I am still watching the movie over a latte.