Some good actors with leading roles in some movies are: Wesley Snipes, Sylvester Stallone, Nicholas Cage, Keanu Reeves, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Robert Downey Jr, Bradley cooper, Al Pacino and others.
But that’s the problem. That is just that, a movie. A fiction. We’re gonna be stuck no matter what unless a miracle, an external force, a God rewires our brains back to normal for some reason or we overcome our troubles and rise above and forget all the pain and hurts.
What I’m saying is while this fiction in our heads gives us hope and temporary reprieve to retreat from our real world troubles, at the end of the day, we will still be stuck in the mud no matter where we are. Forgive my pessimism but that’s what it is.
I can’t comprehend what completely irresistible wellness would feel like. That thought kind of scares me. You can appreciate being clean because you know what it’s like to walk around with shoes caked in mud, and you know it’s less than ideal, but if you didn’t know what that was like, would being clean matter at all? I dunno if that’d be normal or not. I’m not even sure what normal is in the first place.
I think that’s the worst part about escapist fantasies, they present a concept (absolute happiness) that doesn’t exist. It’s a lot like those glamor magazines that airbrush their cover models to perfection, creating an impossible standard for women everywhere, leading to eating disorders and neuroses and insecurities and maybe even suicides. All because a fantasy was promoted as truth.
Fantasy movies can have the same effect. Over time you start wondering why your life isn’t like (insert your favourite character who always wins and gets the girl). And I think that can lead to a lot of dissatisfaction and depression when we look at our own disastrous lives.
Of course I’m talking about a very slow, subtle effect on society. Sometimes I love a good disney flick as much as any pre teen. We need an escape through films, music, art, books. But I can’t be the only one who gets horribly depressed after the credits roll and the theater lights come up, and it’s back to the pain of reality.
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Do you have a favourite scifi movie? I could see myself in Alien as the guy whose ribcage explodes, that feels about right.
I like many. Some examples: Fantastic four, X men, Wolverine, Spider man, The Hulk, even the classics Superman, Batman
These movies examples I gave fit better in the action/superhero category.
Some good movies I liked are: Limitless, the Matrix, devil’s advocate
Some good actors with leading roles in some movies are: Wesley Snipes, Sylvester Stallone, Nicholas Cage, Keanu Reeves, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Robert Downey Jr, Bradley cooper, Al Pacino and others.
But that’s the problem. That is just that, a movie. A fiction. We’re gonna be stuck no matter what unless a miracle, an external force, a God rewires our brains back to normal for some reason or we overcome our troubles and rise above and forget all the pain and hurts.
What I’m saying is while this fiction in our heads gives us hope and temporary reprieve to retreat from our real world troubles, at the end of the day, we will still be stuck in the mud no matter where we are. Forgive my pessimism but that’s what it is.
I can’t comprehend what completely irresistible wellness would feel like. That thought kind of scares me. You can appreciate being clean because you know what it’s like to walk around with shoes caked in mud, and you know it’s less than ideal, but if you didn’t know what that was like, would being clean matter at all? I dunno if that’d be normal or not. I’m not even sure what normal is in the first place.
I think that’s the worst part about escapist fantasies, they present a concept (absolute happiness) that doesn’t exist. It’s a lot like those glamor magazines that airbrush their cover models to perfection, creating an impossible standard for women everywhere, leading to eating disorders and neuroses and insecurities and maybe even suicides. All because a fantasy was promoted as truth.
Fantasy movies can have the same effect. Over time you start wondering why your life isn’t like (insert your favourite character who always wins and gets the girl). And I think that can lead to a lot of dissatisfaction and depression when we look at our own disastrous lives.
Of course I’m talking about a very slow, subtle effect on society. Sometimes I love a good disney flick as much as any pre teen. We need an escape through films, music, art, books. But I can’t be the only one who gets horribly depressed after the credits roll and the theater lights come up, and it’s back to the pain of reality.