THE MEANING OF MOVIES***
HITS TO THE HEART AND MIND FROM THE LAND OF DREAMS
The movies - that transcendental act of taking a two hour look into the
life and place of - anyone, anywhere. The scope of possibilities are
rich, infinite really. What is the limitless connection for us, the integral
fascination in seeing a good film - or not so good, or any movie?
Whether it's doing a download on a system at home or going old
school with a night out at the local palace, catching a flic is a
bedrock in the activity of our lives. The unadulterated joy of being a kid
and getting to go see that newest adventure of a favorite character.
An inspired farce that has truly made us laugh out loud. The moody
afternoon watching a drama or love story that casts a surreal glow that
lasts into sleep that night. The revelation and stirring of beliefs that a
jolting story hits you with, right between the eyes. Sometimes you are even changed forever. Taking a child to see
that newest adventure of their favorite character and there you are, reliving some of that joy.
There's more to the truth than just the facts.~Author Unknown
Could it be that watching a story unfold is an extension, an expression of some
important truth? That it is a facet of a process that reflects a greater process? The
Soul, floating around center point, looking out at the myriad of all variations, all
possibilities - buys a ticket and takes a seat - makes a choice and hits play.
life and place of - anyone, anywhere. The scope of possibilities are
rich, infinite really. What is the limitless connection for us, the integral
fascination in seeing a good film - or not so good, or any movie?
Whether it's doing a download on a system at home or going old
school with a night out at the local palace, catching a flic is a
bedrock in the activity of our lives. The unadulterated joy of being a kid
and getting to go see that newest adventure of a favorite character.
An inspired farce that has truly made us laugh out loud. The moody
afternoon watching a drama or love story that casts a surreal glow that
lasts into sleep that night. The revelation and stirring of beliefs that a
jolting story hits you with, right between the eyes. Sometimes you are even changed forever. Taking a child to see
that newest adventure of their favorite character and there you are, reliving some of that joy.
There's more to the truth than just the facts.~Author Unknown
Could it be that watching a story unfold is an extension, an expression of some
important truth? That it is a facet of a process that reflects a greater process? The
Soul, floating around center point, looking out at the myriad of all variations, all
possibilities - buys a ticket and takes a seat - makes a choice and hits play.
Paige was feeling the familiar excitement of getting close to the real start of
her Friday evening. She was turning onto Kennedy from 139 and would soon
be at Journal Square.She smiled a tired but excited smile. It had been a long
week. By 6, there was still a few last minute details to take care of at work; a
few fires to put out or at least douse down to a slow burn, some memos to
read and she was off. Her husband and her always met at the theatre, easier
that way, for their weekly "date." She loved him for alway being so
enthusiastic about it, making it a priority that was seldom put off for anything.
Her wonderful husband, she thought. These nights out had gone a long way
in making the twelth year of marriage seem a lot more like the first.
Getting closer. Paige had caught a complete second wind. They had already
decided when they touched base that afternoon that Jamaican sounded good
tonight. She thought to herself of how great a neighborhood this was, how
much fun to visit these past years. There was a lot of construction going on, a
lot of change. One always hoped that the charm of a place would be
preserved. She felt that it would be here. She navigated into the garage.
Paige entered. There he was! Her smart, kind man. A quiet but excited hello
and kiss. Smiling eyes exchanging affection. Time to enjoy some time
her Friday evening. She was turning onto Kennedy from 139 and would soon
be at Journal Square.She smiled a tired but excited smile. It had been a long
week. By 6, there was still a few last minute details to take care of at work; a
few fires to put out or at least douse down to a slow burn, some memos to
read and she was off. Her husband and her always met at the theatre, easier
that way, for their weekly "date." She loved him for alway being so
enthusiastic about it, making it a priority that was seldom put off for anything.
Her wonderful husband, she thought. These nights out had gone a long way
in making the twelth year of marriage seem a lot more like the first.
Getting closer. Paige had caught a complete second wind. They had already
decided when they touched base that afternoon that Jamaican sounded good
tonight. She thought to herself of how great a neighborhood this was, how
much fun to visit these past years. There was a lot of construction going on, a
lot of change. One always hoped that the charm of a place would be
preserved. She felt that it would be here. She navigated into the garage.
Paige entered. There he was! Her smart, kind man. A quiet but excited hello
and kiss. Smiling eyes exchanging affection. Time to enjoy some time
together.
Through the dark, a flickering of light. The Story begins.
Him: Smart. Independent. Unsure.
Her: Smart. Independent. Fed up.
Him: "Look, there's something I've been wanting to tell you, uh, for a long
time..."
Her: "Really?! What a coincidence! There's something I've been wanting for a
long time, too! To kill you!!"
Him: "I'm not good at knowing what to say sometimes. I, well, I..."
Her: "Kick you! Stab you! Shoot you! Stab you!"
Him: "You said stab already. Anyway, it's like this. I guess when it comes right
down to it, I'm kinda scared of being rejected, just like everybody else,you
know? And there's the whole thing about feeling so much for one person that,
well, you wonder, you know, 'what am I getting into here?' I, uh..."
Her: "Strangle you! Poison you! Cut up the body into little, square pieces, put
them in a sack and throw it in the river!"
Him: "What I'm saying is, I've come to realize, knew all along, I guess, that I,
that I..."
Her: "Set off a small,very small, explosive in the water, just to be sure! You
know what?! I hay..., I hay..."
Him: Smart. Independent. Unsure.
Her: Smart. Independent. Fed up.
Him: "Look, there's something I've been wanting to tell you, uh, for a long
time..."
Her: "Really?! What a coincidence! There's something I've been wanting for a
long time, too! To kill you!!"
Him: "I'm not good at knowing what to say sometimes. I, well, I..."
Her: "Kick you! Stab you! Shoot you! Stab you!"
Him: "You said stab already. Anyway, it's like this. I guess when it comes right
down to it, I'm kinda scared of being rejected, just like everybody else,you
know? And there's the whole thing about feeling so much for one person that,
well, you wonder, you know, 'what am I getting into here?' I, uh..."
Her: "Strangle you! Poison you! Cut up the body into little, square pieces, put
them in a sack and throw it in the river!"
Him: "What I'm saying is, I've come to realize, knew all along, I guess, that I,
that I..."
Her: "Set off a small,very small, explosive in the water, just to be sure! You
know what?! I hay..., I hay..."
Him: "Oh, hell! Whatever happens, you're the only woman for me..."
Him: Her: At the same time." I Love you!"
Him: "Wow. There goes my mancave."
Fin
Him: Her: At the same time." I Love you!"
Him: "Wow. There goes my mancave."
Fin
Michael came out into the cool, night air along with the rest of the exiting crowd, deep in thought.
That had been a good two hours.
Sauntering onto the peer, he leaned on the railing and looked out over
the moonlight-infused water. He had been wanting to catch this movie
and he was really feeling a resonance with the story he had just seen.
Michael mused a summation. It was about a guy who had followed his
passion despite everybody,everything being against it. Yes, that was it,
alright. And he had made it to where he wanted to go. He had left a lot
behind doing it. The young college man standing there on a calm, clear
evening thought about his own situation. He had always been a good
son. Worked hard. Studied. Obeyed. Now,things had taken a sudden,
hard turn. His parents were upset. His smart, ambitious friends had
actually seemed to lose respect for him. His girlfriend had barely made
a token effort to hide her disappointment in him. It was even anger,
actually. All because he had decided that the field he really wanted to
go into was not the high-powered career it was always assumed he
would pursue. He himself had always assumed it, until recently. He
knew he had to make a decision, soon. Michael let out a deep breath.
He felt bad. It was so hard to believe that everyone was reacting like
this, and so strongly. He thought about the scene in the movie where
the guy tells the stranger about all the things that had happened to him;
as people sometimes inexplicably do with strangers. The hero is sad
and hurt but the audience sees the resoluteness; the resignation.
"Was it worth it?" asks the stranger.
"I don't know." says the hero. "But I realized somewhere along the
way that whether it was or not," a pause, "wasn't even part of the equation."
And it hit Michael. The main guy hadn't done what he did because he
figured the price was worth it. Or in hopes that he could still make things
work out with the rest of the cast of characters. Or even because of some
powerful, freedom-loving impulse rising to the surface in rebellion.
He did it because he could not NOT do it.
Michael walked off the peer, a clear definition in his stride.
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"I don't know." says the hero. "But I realized somewhere along the
way that whether it was or not," a pause, "wasn't even part of the equation."
And it hit Michael. The main guy hadn't done what he did because he
figured the price was worth it. Or in hopes that he could still make things
work out with the rest of the cast of characters. Or even because of some
powerful, freedom-loving impulse rising to the surface in rebellion.
He did it because he could not NOT do it.
Michael walked off the peer, a clear definition in his stride.
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