I met someone recently. Let's call them Grim. Grim came up to me and told me how absolutely glorious, unmistakeably marvellous and perfectly heavenly are those movies which depict characters of immesurable selflessness. Tear-jerking, moving to the core. Absolutely perfect. Nothing gets better than watching two and a half hours of selflessness then realising your own mechanism must be wrong because you just don't save the day. Every day.
To me, even if they are wonderful movies, those flicks make too many eyes tear to get to me that much. They present the fact: the bare superiority of a fellow human, an ideal we will never reach. Superhuman kindness, inhuman dedication. Rubbing it in to the poor sinful souls who will [unfortunately] go to hell while you pull jokes with the archangels. I admire the portrayed kindness, but it cannot be something I relate to. I am, we all are, imperfect. And that a demi-god is born every ten years to make a miracle happen...That's serendipity.
Moreover, concentrating solely on the values of humanity...people, that alone isn't right. We're dark, twisty and murky as well as bright, shiny and merry: we deserve to be treated as such. Complicated, difficuly, beautiful in all our humanity. No more pristine souls, it is not who we are. We'd be selling lies.
Grim moved on to the subject of books. "Lolita", to name but one literary atrocity, was an abominable sin of Nabokov's. Horrible intellect had he who could devise such a story about obsession, sexuality, desire...Ugh! That is not the kind of movies one must see! We get enough muddy souls in our day-to-day lives. Who needs movies about malice, lust, greed and all those things which make us so invariably human?
[Or maybe Grim suffered from a disease whose symptoms consist of severe narrowing of the brain/mind.]
How much can you hate your own race that you want its reality out of your house, mind and DVD player? How can you deny and reject the very things that comprise your essence as a human being? Sins and thankfulness, joy and sorrow, lust and love - part of me, part of you, part of the Grimmest person ever to exist.
P.S.: She forgot all about Lolita's redemption. Ha-ha.
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