I’m really running on fumes right now, so this week’s entry may be somewhat abbreviated, but we’ll see how it goes. I watched “The Descendants“, starring George Clooney, in the theatre this past week – twice, in fact. I am quite particular about movies so when I find one that resonates with me, I have no qualms about seeing it again. Here’s the trailer:
What I appreciated about this film is director Alexander Payne’s true-to-life depiction of a sincerely messy situation, without artificially sanitizing it or dumbing it down. It concedes and affirms that life is rarely a cut-and-dried deal, that you can simultaneously despise and love someone, that anything of any worth will be accompanied by a tug-of-war of emotions, external pressures, and will likely have little indication of which direction is best. I’ve said before that experiencing the highs and lows of life, the full gamut of human emotion, makes one more fully human, and this sentiment finds company in this film as well.
I’m starting to fade now, my thoughts loitering just outside of focus, to the chimes of Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto. I think life will always be messy. If there is no messiness in life, I wonder if something else is lacking – honesty with one’s self, passion, insight, humility, or perhaps direction. A messy life requires work, but it’s rewarding work. A tidy life can be arranged and maintained, and it may be comforting, but it’s a deceptive comfort – the kind you feel as hypothermia takes over.
Uugghhh, there is little point in continuing to explore this train of thought. I can feel my brain going into lockdown – where nothing goes in and nothing gets out. I suggest you take the time you would have normally spent on this blog to go see “The Descendants”.
I might do the same.