I first saw the movie The Misfits back in the late 1980's. The 1961 film immediately became one of my all time favorites. The cable channel TCM played the movie last night and it was the first time I watched it in probably over ten years. It's one of the saddest movies I've ever seen- and it's sad on a couple of different levels. The story itself is about a quartet of souls who haven't so much lost their way as lost their place in the world. The Misfits also has the distinction of being Clark Gable's last movie and the last movie Marilyn Monroe finished filming. Marilyn gives a sterling performance both vulnerable and the strong moral center of the story.
I fell in love with Marilyn the first time I saw the movie. By all accounts she was in a rapidly deteriorating condition during the filming. Yet she's able to give such a convincing performance. The thing that made me fall for her was her character's sadness over the mistreatment and killing of animals. That someone could get so upset over the killing of a rabbit seemed odd to me the first time I watched The Misfits. I've reached a place in my own life where I can read news story after news story about human tragedy and death and I barely blink an eye. But whenever I read a story about an animal being hurt or killed I tear up. I don't know if that's progress or a slide down into misfitisdom.