But say it were possible. Would you want a finality rendered to your life? The flotsam edited out, an airbrushed laminated celluloid simulacrum? Consider the eternal toothache caused by adulation of an imagined you. Might not such internal eclipse soon make one yearn again for authentic high and low?
For those of you legumes, couch-ensnared despairing for your screen treatment’s fleet dispatch, thine who suffer neither mundane scenes nor collaps’d story arc, take heart. For there are those whose lives seem more exciting then ours, more skits, more cinematic. You too can learn how, CALL NOW! But will you be paranoid or schizophrenic?
There is a movie based on a very similar premise. The Japanese movie After Life deals with a group of people whose job is to help people pick one memory from their life to take with them into the afterlife. After the moment has been chosen, a crew builds a set, and recreates the memory for the client on a movie soundstage The client then moves on and gets to live in that moment for eternity. After Life was one of the best movies of 1998. You will not be disappointed.
You’ve learned to watch movies maturely. I think most people are actually the opposite; they have subconsciously internalized movie cliches and so they expect their real life to behave in some of the same ways.
There is an article in the current issue of Psychology Today about how men in our society are bombarded by so many beautiful, seemingly attainable women in the movies, tv, and magazines that many men set their standards (for beauty) for a mate much to high and end up miserable as a result. For people who subconsciously expect real life to be like the movies and tv, real life can be very disappointing.
For me at least, it’s pure escapism. And maybe to a certain extent the desire to believe that life generally works out, or if not, at the very least makes some kind of sense. Like religion for some people.
I don’t know if anyone remeber the great, if surreal intreview, in Maxim or the like with a 40 year-old schlump of a mailman who lived with his mother. Claimed he didn’t have a girlfriend, because he refuses to be ‘with a heffer’. However, he’s had bad luck trying to date models. Go figure.
It’s wasn’t as fun as a ‘Total Recall’ marraige, but I once had a relationship that started out like ‘Green Card’, meandered painfully like ‘Her Alibi’, and finished like ‘Swimming with Sharks’.
