Just watched The Hurt Locker, and am in such a pensive mood. It's kind of the same feeling as when we watched Hotel Rwanda in gr. 11 (I think that was the year). I still remember exiting that dark theatre into the weak spring sunshine, and having that feeling of overwhelming gravity.
Everything seemed so trivial and juvenile. What was I doing? How could I possibly live my life and think that anything I did or thought was important in comparison to the suffering and war-torn lives of others in these countries.
We go about our lives with our eyes half closed sometimes. We go through the motions and fail to think, really think, about what it is that we have in life. How amazing it is to live in the first world, and how much gratitude and happiness we have. Also, we fail to remember just how quickly our lives can change.
In an instant the comfortable familiarity that we knew a second ago can be completely shattered.
The worst part about watching this type of movie is that I will be pensive for a day, or at the most two. I will look at everything with eyes wide open, and feel grateful for the life I have. I will feel wonderment at the bed I sleep in, the cherry trees that I pass by, and the gentle sun that shines on me. But inevitably I will lose that brooding feeling and move on with my life.
Sometimes I think that taking things for granted is the only way we can live without being totally crushed and overwhelmed by everything else that goes on in the world.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
The Hurt Locker
Posted by Dare at 10:40 PM
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I very, very much agree.
this is a really interesting point. I think that you've got it right. that's the power and the beauty of films like hurt locker and other pieces that are able to take us in that moment and shake our worldview and make us uncomfortable.
but that's the thing, are we going to forget what we saw because it makes it that much easier to blink, swallow and go on?
or can we somehow choose to grit our teeth everyday just to hold on to a bit of the sharpness in it, and not forget. but maybe add on to that just a dab of hope that that sharp pain urges us on to do something constructive about it, rather than destructive.
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