from roger ebert’s review of ‘open water’, about a couple accidently abandoned at sea (based on a true story):
“Fault” is as meaningless as any other concept. Nothing they think or believe has any relevance to the reality they are in. Their opinions are not solicited. Their past is irrelevant. Their success, dreams, fears, loves, plans and friends are all separated from them now by this new thing that has become their lives. To be still alive, but removed from everything they know about how and why to live, is peculiar: Their senses continue to record their existence, but nothing they can do has the slightest utility.
So you see I was not afraid as I watched the movie. I was not afraid of sharks, or drowning, or dehydration. I didn’t feel any of the “Jaws” emotions. But when it began to grow dark, when a thunderstorm growled on the far horizon, a great emptiness settled down upon me. The movie is about what a slender thread supports our conviction that our lives have importance and make sense. We need that conviction in order to live at all, and when it is irreversibly taken away from us, what a terrible fate to be left alive to know it.
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And THAT, my friend, is why I spent a delightful evening with three silly giggling little girls watching “The Princess Diaries 2″– life is too fucking scary and sad and cause for analysis on its own. I’ll be damned if I’m going to pay $8 and carve out 2 hours of my day to do it!
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