I watched a highly acclaimed movie last night. The movie is called "Crash". Everyone told me I should see this movie. So I did.
The writing was phenomenal. The acting superb. The cinemaphotography hypnotic. All in all, an exceptional and poignant film.
I'm pretty sure I hated this movie.
I'm sure I'm going to get some crap about this, but this is the way I feel about it.
Why? If I thought so highly on these points, why would I then say I hate it? Well ... To get to that, allow me to reflect on this: Why did everyone I know find it so important and rewarding to see this movie? Why did *I* supposedly need to see this movie?
- So I become aware of how sublimely ruined most of us are from the outside in, despite who we are or where we fit into society?
- That stereotypes are stereotypes, because let's face it, they're rooted in truth?
- That trying to rise above your past will only make people you move toward misinterpret you and the people you move away from resent you?
- That despite who you are, people will hate you, so you would do yourself well to hate back in self defense?
- That if you do manage to get through the day unharmed, that it's only by sheer dumb luck?
- That even the people closest to you will in time turn on you?
- That rest assured, no good deed goes unpunished?
- And that even if we are successful at living a good life and contributing positively to our community, that ultimately we'll be thanked by getting the shaft in the end?
"Crash" was a very well done movie. But it was abhorrently defeatist. In the end I felt as if every vibe of positive energy had been sucked out of me. I was discouraged about the world ever being a decent place.
I guess that's the point, but to be honest I'd really just rather have those two hours of my life back.