Escape Artist Pt. 1

I've decided to start blogging more regularly. You know, at least once a week to keep my mind from turning to flubber. Besides, it'll keep me busy when I'm not re-reading Harry Potter or playing Resident Evil 4 at Aaron's house.

Starting next week, anyway. This one I wrote wayyy back in March. Make yourself a bowl of popcorn and enjoy!       

I'm back. Not really though, since I'm writing this during hiatus. Yes, hiatus was for a break from posting, not from writing. I couldn't keep myself from this keyboard even if I tried.


I wanna talk about movies. I remember loving going to the theaters. Even before I started going to watch them with friends. The tinted glass doors to the movie theater foyer was like a portal to some fancy carpeted hotel ball room, or the dining room on some cruise ship. Even the popcorn pieces littering the floor and the cardboard cut-out movie ads couldn't take away from the elegance of it all. A fully-uniformed employee would take my ticket and point me in the right direction. I'd always stare at the popcorn in its glass case, basking in a yellow light, as well as its own buttery glory, and ask my mom for a bucket to eat during the movie. Sometimes she would reply. But always "No".

When you're 10 or 12, the quality of a movie literally has no relation to how much you enjoy it. When you're even younger than that, you rarely remember you even watched the movie. I remember loving Alien Vs. Predator. Catwoman. And... so embarrassing... Yu-Gi-Oh! the Movie. There I said it. It's behind me now.

All kids care about at that age is letting the dark room, huge screen, and surround sound take them to a different place. All of a sudden, you are the main character of your own world. Every thing, every person, every event, revolves around you. And no matter what life might throw at you, there's nothing to get worried about, since you will always be rescued from whatever troubles you go through by the unspoken movie cliché known as the Happy Ending. And you have loads of fun and adventures on the way there.

There's a lot of trust you put into movies too. You trust that when it pulls you out of your reality in a plushy theater seat with the spring-loaded bottom, it will take you somewhere satisfying. We trust that the movie's story, scenery, camera angles, actors and actresses will all be to our liking. I think that's why we get so passionately pissed off when a movie turns out bad. We feel as if that trust was violated, and our escape from reality turned out to be a waste of time.

And I forgot to mention the most appealing aspect of going to the movies. For an hour or two, you no longer have the responsibility for thinking for yourself. You are pulled onto a roller coaster ride with no control over where it goes, and how fast. What's the point in thinking? Even with deep movies that make you "think", the scenes and situations are hand-crafted to make you think a certain thing, and in a certain way. In essence, the directors, screenwriters, and actors are doing the thinking for you.

Personally, this scares the crap out of me.