note to self on movies

why is it that movies always paint misery and depression and dissatisfaction in a romantic light? almost every time, these are made to look poetic, meaningful, sometimes even beautiful in a sense – and (when I am not too enthralled with the movie to not notice) this has always seemed like a misleading, inaccurate, and unfair portrayal of life.

You might say that since we all experience pain and depression at some point during our lives, we all know that pain in real life does not feel like pain in the movies. That said, it’s also true that misery and dissatisfaction can be the most effective catalysts toward personal growth, so they are certainly not without a silver lining. Maybe, with this knowledge in mind, we try to make art less a representation of what real life actually feels like as it is happening, and more a representation of the bigger picture of pain and suffering in general. In that sense, it’s OK to paint a picture of pain as being cathartic and rewarding and beautiful – because these things can certainly come through pain.

So really, maybe my complaint should not be with movies; it should be with my interpretation of movies and my assumption that they should be like real life.

New goal: always go into movies expecting them to be extravagant works of art, not accurate portrayals of real life (or of books, for that matter).