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theatrical_muse from 5/15/2004.
If my life was a movie... it would be hideously long. And as fascinating as it would be, mere mortals *aren't* really capable of sitting through a movie about a life that's lasted five billion years and counting.
But then, no one actually makes biopics anymore. The art of making an entertaining story about someone's life involves picking the right spot to dramatize. So, what kind of movie would my life make? That entirely depends on what part the producers choose to tell.
Something exciting and uplifting? Perhaps they could make a movie about the early days of the Continuum, when the universe was new and we were newer, when omnipotence and nigh-omniscience lay just within our grasp and the possibilities were endless and wondrous. Ah, the excitement of those days! The joy of new discoveries! The fun we had arguing about everything when there was actually some possibility someone might change their mind! It could be a coming of age story or a science fiction tale about the creation of utopia.
Something existentialist and full of nihilistic ennui, a la Waiting for Godot? Make a movie about what the Continuum became. Endless unchanging days, dull silences, arguments conducted more for entertainment in the dusty silences than for any hope of exchanging ideas. See what happens when the people who were most driven, most passionate about learning everything there was to know, growing, changing... can no longer change, can no longer grow, know everything they have deemed meaningful to know. Sartre would look like a positive cheer-monger after you watched *this* flick.
Perhaps a romantic comedy? Boy and girl have been off again, on again for five billion years. Now boy has developed an interest in a mere mortal! Will girl make a complete fool of herself trying to win boy back?
Perhaps a tragicomedy? A god falls to mere mortality for a day. Will he manage to kill himself out of complete misery, and how many different kinds of fool can he make of himself in the meantime?
Or a war drama about a fellow who's always been disaffected from his society suddenly finding himself at the center of a movement, and then, before he knows it, one of the leaders of the rebels in a civil war? (I kinda fudged that for Kathy since we were fighting for freedom, and also, I figured she'd sympathize with the North, being a damn Yankee and all. Besides it was a good excuse to put her in more attractive clothing.) I think that one gets us back to uplifting.
Right now I think my life is a comedy about a guy who's always done what he wished, when he wished, trying to figure out how to be a father. Without any idea whatsoever as to how to do it. At least I *think* I'll look back and laugh.
theatrical_muse from 5/15/2004.If my life was a movie... it would be hideously long. And as fascinating as it would be, mere mortals *aren't* really capable of sitting through a movie about a life that's lasted five billion years and counting.
But then, no one actually makes biopics anymore. The art of making an entertaining story about someone's life involves picking the right spot to dramatize. So, what kind of movie would my life make? That entirely depends on what part the producers choose to tell.
Something exciting and uplifting? Perhaps they could make a movie about the early days of the Continuum, when the universe was new and we were newer, when omnipotence and nigh-omniscience lay just within our grasp and the possibilities were endless and wondrous. Ah, the excitement of those days! The joy of new discoveries! The fun we had arguing about everything when there was actually some possibility someone might change their mind! It could be a coming of age story or a science fiction tale about the creation of utopia.
Something existentialist and full of nihilistic ennui, a la Waiting for Godot? Make a movie about what the Continuum became. Endless unchanging days, dull silences, arguments conducted more for entertainment in the dusty silences than for any hope of exchanging ideas. See what happens when the people who were most driven, most passionate about learning everything there was to know, growing, changing... can no longer change, can no longer grow, know everything they have deemed meaningful to know. Sartre would look like a positive cheer-monger after you watched *this* flick.
Perhaps a romantic comedy? Boy and girl have been off again, on again for five billion years. Now boy has developed an interest in a mere mortal! Will girl make a complete fool of herself trying to win boy back?
Perhaps a tragicomedy? A god falls to mere mortality for a day. Will he manage to kill himself out of complete misery, and how many different kinds of fool can he make of himself in the meantime?
Or a war drama about a fellow who's always been disaffected from his society suddenly finding himself at the center of a movement, and then, before he knows it, one of the leaders of the rebels in a civil war? (I kinda fudged that for Kathy since we were fighting for freedom, and also, I figured she'd sympathize with the North, being a damn Yankee and all. Besides it was a good excuse to put her in more attractive clothing.) I think that one gets us back to uplifting.
Right now I think my life is a comedy about a guy who's always done what he wished, when he wished, trying to figure out how to be a father. Without any idea whatsoever as to how to do it. At least I *think* I'll look back and laugh.