I Love Movies

I love movies. I love them more than I can properly articulate. I love movies, because they have been present in every moment of my life I can remember. Growing up I did not have what I would consider a good situation. I didn’t have anyone near me to really teach me right or wrong. But I did have Spider-Man, a hero that I could aspire to be like. A man who could teach me right or wrong, and show me how to act. Even if it made me embarrassingly pretend to shoot webs for far too long. He was a role model when I did not have one near.

I love movies because when I was 13 I was going to kill myself. I hated my life. I wanted to end it more than anything else. I was desperately looking for a reason to keep going, and I told myself “You can’t die, Captain America Winter Soldier is coming out, and that is going to be an awesome movie”. And it was an awesome movie. One of my favorites. I know it sounds very silly, but that was literally the only reason I did not swallow a ton of pills that night. And there were many better reasons to not do it, but Winter Soldier was the only one that mattered to me at the moment.

I love movies because it has formed a bond with my father. My father is a “manly man”, we do not talk about emotions. But we do talk a ton about Fight Club and all the Quentin Tarantino movies, and all the comic book movies coming out and our theories. We talk about that stuff for hours, and I am really scared for the day he passes, because I don’t know what movies will be like without him. But for now, I look forward to talking to him about the new trailers and movies. We go see a movie probably 3 times a month. And a ton of them are crap, but I love the experience anyway.

I love movies because life is so unpoetic. The bad guys don’t always get what they deserve, and the good guys get unlucky more than anyone would like to talk about. But when people go see movies, they get to escape for a few hours. They get to go to a world where things are poetic. It’s beautiful. When Shosanna kills Hitler in Inglourious Basterds, it’s beautiful. The bad guy lost, and the good guy won.

I think that is where people undervalue movies. Even the crappy ones earn my respect. I respect anyone who has given their time and effort into telling stories. People need stories to get by. Because life sucks. And stories are what people need when people’s lives especially suck. When a person is dealing with a really bad home life, they can go see a super soldier beat up some secret nazis. When people are going through a fight, they can go see Zack Galifinakis drug his friends on accident. When people are just having a bad day, they can watch a guy with any number of masks kill a teen.

Sorry for rambling, I’m very in my feels right now. I just deeply love movies. I love my dad. And I am so excited for El Camino.