I usually dont post much about this I guess. Not much reason to either. But if there s ever been a post of mine that belongs in the “life” category ..
When I was 14 to .. well, later, I sometimes didnt understand my dad. I had just seen a great horror flick & I was telling him how great it was. And he didnt care. I told him it was really good & worth seeing and he told me he had seen them all and didnt need to see any more of them. I didnt get it, how can you grow tired of a genre when there s still so many stories to be told in it.
I must be growing older because I get it now.
Ive quit movies that make me feel bad, movies that make me feel sad, movies that purvey melancholy, .. I want positive feelings and the rest I just dont want to be influenced into feeling. And Ive stopped watchin horror flicks too, ironically 🙂
The horror flicks mainly because of the cheap effects. The stories arent horific most of the time, its the way they are filmed. Take the ring.. (preferably the original japanese version) and compare it to any recent hollywood horror flick. If you re open to the possibility; you ll see that there is a big differende between the two. Most recent films take a mediocre story, not horrific in itself and create the horror by using cheap effects. Hiding the monster, the right music, darkness, flashes of light, .. all cheap parlour tricks, but no real art anymore. You could take about any story, apply those effects and create “horror”. Im a stories guy..
Asfor the sadness.. You need all emotions equally in life. You need the sadness, the happyness, the anger, .. to be able to put all of them in perspective and to be .. happy 🙂 And I’ve had enough sadness the last few years. If I need sadness or melancholy to balance out the happy moments, I can just open a fresh can. I dont need artificial memories neatly packaged in a 90 to 120 minutes format.
Its also that the whole thing has eroded my buffer. I was really sad after watching Benjamin Button. Its a wonderfull movie, but its just So tragic and sad. And not the blown up over the top kind of tragic and I guess that makes it even worse. I’m all for movies & discovering new stories, but Button was a story that I didnt feel like seeing because I knew what it d do to me .. and knowing what I know now.. would gladly skip upon. Its 166 minutes that I would gladly spend watching some brainless action movie (like the new and Excelent Fast & Furious) instead. Gladly sacrificing the story, his wonderfull and melancholy affaire with Tilda Swinson, his boating days, .. And maybe watch it some time later, when ive wasted through my suply of sadness and need a new infusion. But not now.
Ive been aware of this for some time now.. I dont need, even possibly cant take those feelings. So I’ll pass on them for the time being. Well, the artificial ones at least.. The ones I can really choose to pass on. And focus on the happy, frivolous, joyous, .. ones.
Maybe in a year or 5.
Or maybe 10..
Or maybe longer …