If you go to see a movie, there are so many ways to choose to experience it. You can look behind you and study the hole the light emanates from. You can walk up to the screen, touch it, go behind it in some cases. You can stand two inches from the screen and study the texture, the pixels, you can let the projected light hit your hand, your face.
Or you can sit back with a popcorn and a coke, maybe some candy, and watch the fucking movie.
Even then, you can choose a hundred ways to watch. You can be critical, spend much time noticing and critiquing the behind the scenes reality of the film; you can lose yourself in the story and be immersed as if it was real; you can choose to be bored and resentful, convincing yourself its the film’s job to meet you more than halfway; you can stretch and try to appreciate whatever the filmmaker is trying to do, let the film wash over you and not judge, experience it; you can make hushed comments to your buddy, “isn’t that neat?” “that was the guy from before!” etc., “It’s him, he did it…” You can watch the film with one eye and spend more time kissing; you can have a buffer zone, an in-between seat, so you can get the armrest; you can dare your friend to yell louder or throw popcorn and be silly.
So many fucking choices. But when you consider the beginning of this post, the hyper-fixation on the physical realities, the deconstruction of place and context, it certainly seems, in every day terms, like behaviors you’d find in people with Aspergers or Autism, or some kind of psychosis or emotional disorder.
What’s cool about movies in the first place, is that you get to immerse yourself in a story, share a reality, enjoy a show. The net takeaway is emotions, the journey, the longings, the excitements and disappointments – we’re wired to enjoy these feelings and movies, and all storytelling, is designed to express and enjoy this reality of our wiring.
What’s cool about life is that we seem to have will, we experience time, and we are sensate, we share so much in common with others, we have values and challenges, joys and failures. So much of philosophy is gazing at the projector, or fondling the canvas, or peering under the seats. It’s so much scouting around in the dark while the movie plays on without us.
What’s cool about life is all the stuff we do when we’re not philosophizing. And sometimes when we philosophize, we are as ill people, sadly alone and missing the point, unable to stop. It is a permissible form of bizarre behavior. Watch the damn movie.