Cinema is hands down the biggest influence on us. That colossal screen that homes in wonder has been toying with our lives ever since we were kids. Something created merely to keep us in line, keep us from drifting away. Every thought, every action of ours, drenched with a heroic mindset, as if we were the protagonists of our own story. If we didn’t feel love, we felt it because the big bad-ass screen told us to. If we didn’t know what to do, the talking wall taught us what to pick. If we didn’t know where to go, the story in the wall pointed us towards. Our lives smeared by its boisterous presence. It is like a religion that keeps us in check inadvertently.
No one on this wretched planet of ours has a clue about one’s destiny. No one knows what needs to be done. What is life’s ultimate goal apart from crumbling down to nothingness? Who told us to build? Who told us to live? Who told us to do anything? What if I decide to slay a day by doing nothing? Would it change anything? Who is to judge? Who is to say that I wasted it? But you never told us what to do! How can it be called futile? If living is the only thing that matters, didn’t I just live?
But that gigantic thingy guides you to the right grooves. Pushes you into professions and things that you didn’t have a clue about. Suddenly the clueless you, jumps off your seat to pursue a life that the screen aggrandized. Out of the blue you have a purpose. And lo! You are caught in a wretched pointless living cycle once again, following a thing you do not know, that sieved its way into your head all because a screen, that must be true and a story that you could relate to, fed you.
Cinema has the power to project the living in a flamboyant way. It has the power to exalt the trodden too. It can depict future, can let you live the past, can focus on the uplifted, or make you empathize with the destitute. It could be a mere projection of one’s imagination, of the societal happenings, of fantasies from a child’s head, of the dark life, of the heroic of the norm, of fears unexplored, of places unattended, of the truth, of the lies or could be a product of someone’s big plan to keep us engaged, keep us from thinking the unthinkable, to keep us brooding, to keep our brains in check with lives of others, so that we forget ours!
Aren’t you tired of the mundane? Doesn’t it bother you to find yourself surrounded by things that are powerless and futile? Following same old jaded acts makes everything seem pointless and trivial. Aren’t you dying for a miracle? Don’t you want something ‘different’ to happen? Something unworldly, unearthly, that shatters conventions and uproots beliefs? Whose occurrence causes nothing to fall in place? Something that exerts your life to action, that pushes you to the edge, that keeps the adrenaline pumping in you and takes away the ‘ordinary’ from your life.
Lucky for us, we have movies to bring that change. The exquisite stuffing to fill our hollow lives. Some take us to fits of fantasy, the incessant joyride into the unknown, a realm where we wish to live forever, a world that promises a better life, better than ours.
Many of these let us live a protagonist’s life. We turn heroes all of a sudden. We connect with the person who does right. We support the do-gooder silently. Then there is a plot that lets us marvel the character’s amazing life. We instantly become projected personas. We get under their skins and live! Only for hours but we do.
The right kind of drama connects our soul. Feels as if our stories are on display. We empathize with every tear that finds no cheek. We understand the pain. We fathom their predicament. We feel the love and feel our soul heave up with rapture. We smile and frown and drown ourselves in projected stories that are sometimes untrue. Fiction dreamt by heads. Yet we live. Live for those fleeting hours. Witness someone else’s life mould and carve magic right in front of our eyes.
The moment the end credits show up, lights take us back to stark reality. The same old inconsequential life that speaks of jaded reappears like an old tattered page. Pages of dust they are. Pages that are hard to read.
I can’t imagine a life without movies. They give us a way to lead a thousand lives. Nothing can put it better than Ron:
Man, I got one..one life right? Mine. But fuck I want somebody else’s sometimes.
Watching a movie is a great way to let off the steam. It lets you visit a different world for a while. Away from your own misery. Away from the pathetic grief of life. It packs your void with impactful potent frames that defy the ordinary. It is life’s ultimate ‘release’!
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