Admiration for Michelle Pfeiffer and the movie Oh What Fun

Shashi Bellamkonda 2025-12-07 Personal Stories 4 min

From Moscow Snow to Holiday Chaos: Being Seen It began long before I arrived in the US. It began with the snow-swept intensity of "The Russia House." Watching Michelle Pfeiffer then, she wasn't just a character; she was a presence that stuck with me through the decades. Just last night, that admiration manifested in a dream. But my mind didn't script a spy thriller. There were no secret manuscripts or dramatic partings on a bridge. We were simply at a social gathering. A dinner, perhaps. I looked across the room and there she was. We didn't save the world; we just shared a space. I handed her a glass; she nodded. It was quiet. It was ordinary. It was the intimacy of "normal life," stripping away the celebrity to find the person. I woke up feeling a strange sense of peace, only to sit down and watch her latest film, "Oh. What. Fun." And suddenly, the dream and the movie collided. The Review In this new film, she plays Claire, a mother who is the absolute engine of her family's Christmas. She orchestrates the magic, the cookies, the logistics. But unlike my dream, where I simply saw her, her family looks right through her. To them, she is infrastructure, not a person. There is a specific ache in watching Pfeiffer's Claire. She maintains that poised elegance we know so well, but beneath it is a simmering realization that she has become invisible in her own home. When the family forgets her in the shuffle of the holiday, she doesn't just get mad—she drives away. The movie is billed as a comedy, and it has its laughs, but for me, it played as a companion piece to my dream. In the dream, the joy was in the simple acknowledgement of her presence. In the movie, the tragedy is the lack of it. As Claire embarks on her impromptu adventure, shedding the weight of expectation, she reclaims the very thing I felt in my sleep: her right to be a person, not just a role. The film asks a question that hits harder than any holiday punchline: How often do we take the "Claire"s in our lives for granted until they are gone? My dream gave me a quiet meeting. The movie gave me a loud lesson. Whether in a Moscow thriller, a dream dinner party, or a holiday comedy, the real story is always about the desire to be truly seen.