Cinema is Truth

At this moment, this may just be my favorite movie.

I’m sure you’re wondering how I haven’t stumbled upon it before now. Well, it’s because I’ve never been into movies. Anytime a boyfriend wanted to watch a two-hour-long movie I knew it wasn’t for the sake of screen entertainment, it was for the sake of his. One unromantic redundant crappy thing most of the time too. Except for shows, those were like intentional and always my thing when I had the respect for myself to say no and the desire to keep up with my drama series.

I think my hate for movies sparked when I was a kid. I never really watched them growing up. It was an activity that required me to sit still for hours and actually pay attention to one thing – which was rare. Besides, there wasn’t ever really enough quiet time in my house to hear whatever was playing on the tv.

When I think movies, I think eighth grade, my first date, quality family time, and a typical distraction when I was sad – it was never good enough and I hate that. Lately, I’ve been admiring film and all the wondrous talent that goes into production. Like Sam Levinson, he’s an amazing writer. Realism films are so stimulating. And color grading it’s just so powerful.

I love how cinema is the story of life’s reality through a lens and how the talent behind the camera can fulfill emotions through creative imagery. It’s all so beautiful.

I used to feel guilty watching movies because it required me to rest and be nothing but lazy – ik how heartbreaking. But now it’s like this fabulous unproductive mind-opening art I admire – and I love it. I remember when I would stumble across movie convos and have nothing to talk about. People would always be like, how the heck do you not know of all these iconic moments? I was always ashamed but I can’t complain that would be stupid. Bc now my passion for film is sparking and I think it was supposed to unfold this way – even though I wish I paid more attention to the message behind the few films I got to see (it would have saved me many tears).

Okii, back to my favorite/recent movie I’ve watched. The story of an inclusive misfit who tolerates his psychosis to the point of blacking out. It’s relatable, emotional, and captivating.  A film that hits a few soft spots one scene after another. Emma Watson mastered her role and made it to the list of the most iconic dance scenes in film, right up there with The Breakfast Club, 10 Things I Hate About You, and Call Me by Your Name – a few other of my favs. I think my favorite was Mr. Anderson, he kind of reminded me of Coach Cortez my English teacher freshman year of high school, he was pretty cool. He was the teacher who believed in my writing and brought to my attention what a hopeless romantic I could be at a time of tragedy – it was Romeo and Juliet (I fell for it - hard). Oh, and Charlie, whatta sweet soul. The boy who was bullied and ignored for all his pain in life. I really love how he found his group of fit and the awareness this film brought to not only PTSD but also mental illness. The substance abuse throughout the movie is a story in itself especially one for many high school and college mischiefs who wanted to escape reality at all costs. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, some of our worse decisions make up for the best stories… at least sometimes they do.

So, this kinda turned into a movie review or some kind of truth-be-told rant but I wanted to share what’s been getting me out of my head lately – all for the greater good.

Next up, Little Woman – possibly my fav now (ik ik I fav everything) it’s all just too good to be true. And that’s Cinema at its finest.

xoxoxo k.