Movies, Why Watch Them?

Okay, so maybe thought process while weblogging is not a good plan but that’s how I am rolling. This has been one of those creativeite posts that has been stewing in the deep recesses of my mind. Its going to take Piaget’s cognitive development stages and Freud’s unconscious doctrine to pull them out.

I have been a moviegoer for most of my life. I have only been very much more serious about wanting to actually learn from films and make them since 2002, and even more so since 2009. But it must get addressed with coherent reasons why one would spend time watching a film. I don’t mean a random redbox night here or there, or a movie when you get sick, I mean watching films to learn.

First, one must embrace art as form of education. Twisted and perverted and not always the best source but one at least must be convinced that it is a source. I read a recent stat in my Sociology book that said: people spend more time on tv and movies then they do on school, or about 64 hours. And listening to music and reading were the bottom of the barrel of night time past times.

If a person just is a bystander and wastes time on entertainment and has no intention of being provoked or moved by it they are still being affected. Impervious is only for the Freudian therapy sessions and all that later surfacing anxiety.(Thanks Psych teacher for all this info!)

The person that has a mind and sense is being affected and is learning from film. And if you aren’t watching films then you are listening to music, on youtube, on facebook, out at the store looking at magazines, exc. We cannot escape the voices, which is why its good and bad sometimes to have a sponge of an imagination.

Secondly, movies are made to appeal to the emotions. Guys just think then have to take a break and feel, and still figure out what emotion is what. Women can do both. Not just cook and clean but think and feel, cry and laugh at the same time. They can fix cars and write poetry at the same time. The film genre is all about using our fallen emotions and releasing their nuances upon us. Humans are prone to destruction and unhappy lives. The goal of the film is to capture this and enthrall the mind. Emotion is everything, so let it guide you. I think so therefore I am, rather, its I feel and I will remember what I feel.

Third and foremost: waste of time is only when you disconnect and just choose to not learn from what you are seeing. Yes, you can rent Fighting and waste two hours but even seeing something poorly done one can learn to not do that, or ask: why did that fail so bad?

Last, think of the investment. You spend 20 dollars on film and sugar and two hours sitting and watching. You drive to the theatre, you risk running into old friends and being caught(ha, ha!) and you invest yourself. Screen educate me, teach me something I do not know. The artist is the educator and so the audience is in receiving mode.

The crisis of originality comes from our demand to be fascinated. Even when we see the same things over and over, like fast car chases and love stories we still want something new when we are looking for it.


Pocket Drugs

This is from school and study and a conversation.

Chemically dependent

Interiorly resilient,

Culture of escape creating much

Hate—all I want is to not be me, for rarely

Do I feel I succeed, cause since age three I can

Barely read, but beauty is inside me somehow and pride

Before the fall is ruling me now—cause all the different drugs

The ones that lift me out from underneath me they have been

Slipping recently, tasting defeat and repeating the smoke circles

Created by me, for movies they appeal so little but take up my time

Not so little, media airwaves of love and stuff fill my mind and start

To corrupt because the electra effect has me now in constant suspect

Sister and mother where are you now, are you like that girl always and

Somehow but gypsy necklaces and brown eyes keep me up late, staring at

The sky and lately I have been longing to not be alone in the midst of my home

For basement goes and basement goes and trapped, locked and four walls around

Remind me slowly that I might drown—but lies in this room keep coming loud

Do better or fail in this test somehow but is it me and my depravity that lately I

Have changed gravity and caused the Lord to bring severity because judgment

Now is coming to me? For drugs and medicine they are in front of me in manilla

Envelopes from Doctor suddenly, hooked I’ve been on this current sin and hooked

I am going til death is in—see all the lies of this dependence have caused me to

Consider independence, for pride now is the new medicine because I am lying to

Myself and still I am living—beating fast ever before me is the Lord ever before me

Now all I have is weakness to give and to the drain these pills go down

Because I have touched you somehow, bright green eyes are in the shadows

And who I am is in the meadows, walking brightly looking for love and always

Now for attention because Lord I cannot go on living for myself with pills at night

Drowning sorrows and serotining me to death, for made up words they do exist

Because around you I am speechless, your majesty it does haunt me because soon

I stand before thee, and you will ask what did I do with the thoughts you put in me

And how did I resist those pills that caused thrills and killed me as well, for

Separation you hate that word but you must judge for sure, and if it be that you

Slip from me then all I will have is pills in my hand in front of you, so I take this

Escape and slide before you because death is to much to risk and eternity to long

To accept the serenity of living for me and not for you, pills aside and medicine dead

Now I face you instead

Harlow Bangs

Libraries with you, books of information for you,

A change of situation, shelving what’s been reveling

And revealing and healing to these bones for no

One certainly wants to be alone or homeless and

Men always feel trapped and tapped at last of

Emotionless tiring me but opening up slowly

With you seemed to be to easy and pizza parlors

Did persist and the cheese did come for sure for

It was the closest to me and with you I did succeed

But Harlow bangs came with some fangs and much

Pain as it slipped past me, days of separation came

Inside of my memory, just a thing for this thing came

Near and all I simply could hear was my voice real

Near and the things I said that you heard instead

Caught me dead and wishing by the sea that its real

Easy and to easy to simply be me, so open book I

Became and thoughts so tame, frat boy laugh at

Laugh or is this still just college, both in need of

Education or just your Harlow bangs slipping with

The fangs of more persistence, cause tomorrow it will

Be over and education will go on and college days

Will be a past thing, so for now I stay me in and out

Of this town