Other people's opinions matter to me. Far more than they should.
I need to knock that off. It bothers me to no end.
Stardust is one of my favorite movies. I once saw Neil Gaiman in an interview share how he came up with the idea for Stardust and it endeared me to the book and, by extension, the movie forever.
From the book description:
Young Tristan Thorn will do anything to win the cold heart of beautiful Victoria—even fetch her the star they watch fall from the night sky. But to do so, he must enter the unexplored lands on the other side of the ancient wall that gives their tiny village its name. Beyond that old stone wall, Tristan learns, lies Faerie—where nothing, not even a fallen star, is what he imagined.
The DVD extras include that interview with Gaiman where he tells of traveling in Ireland and noticing a gap in an old stone wall. He asked himself the question that starts the best of everything, "What if?" What if a fairy world existed in the woods beyond that wall? What if you slipped through the break and entered it?
Years later, he watched a falling star and asked, "What if that star landed in the fairy world beyond the wall? What if it became a woman on the other side?" I'm paraphrasing all of those questions.
Stardust is one of my favorite movies and books. It's one of my favorite answers to, "What if?"
But a lot of people think the movie is lame. Where I tear up, they roll their eyes. It's a simple matter of opinion but I am convinced my opinion is right.
Can an opinion be right?
My gut says, "Absolutely, those people are blind! Why can't they see how awesome/ bad/ perfect/ pandering/ right this is?!" My brain says, "Opinions are opinions. They aren't right or wrong."
I also liked the movie Signs. And, for that matter, The Village, if we are going to show all our cards here. Quite a few more people would say I am wrong. But I'm willing to go along with it. I want to see where we'll land.
Disney is a firestarter of opinions. I adore Walt Disney World, specifically. You can't imagine. I am entirely and fully able to suspend disbelief and inhabit the lands as a child. I leave my worries at the gate and it works for me. It is escapism at its best and I adore it. Adore.
Other people see a sucking hole of consumerism. They see people sweating under costumes and inside huge, stifling heads of a mouse.
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