Fill yer boots, man!

Go out and be a god. Create man in your image.

Yours truly fillin’ them boots at six this morning to go out into a freaky arctic blast. Strange times and whoever controls the thermostat agrees. Hoodie and a bomber and the old bones were still rattling. Strange times but right now I’m killing time and there’s plenty to kill. This is boss level tedium.

I wanted to bend your ear for a bit about all this other mess I’ve been messing with re the films and television. It’s been years since there’s been enough time to drill down deep into the silver screen stuff though so best to make the best of it.

Still photos capture moments of past time. Every moment is the past the moment it happens. Moving pictures are different though. It’s not about capture. It’s about re-creation and creation itself. The filmmaker is a god of sorts. He/she is recreating The Universe itself. He is creating mankind in his image and hence has full creative control of past, present and future. Powerful stuff.

If you want to extend man’s lifespan, go to a doctor or a scientist. You want to make a man immortal? Film him. That’s kind of what I’m getting at, despite that words are failing and I’m typing with my thumbs. Making films is playing God. Add to that the recurring themes in films… the recurring questions.

Creation.

Armageddon.

What is the nature of man? Who are we? Where do we come from? What does it mean to be human? What does it mean to be alive? And so on…

It’s ironic that so many of the films and tv series that best address these questions are not the true stories or historical recreations. No, we layer those so deeply in our own egos and social mythology that they never ring true. The heroes are impossibly good and selfless. They are elevated and canonized to a level that’s impossible to relate to, let alone emulate. They don’t resemble people we know. They don’t seem to feel what we feel, even in our limited self knowledge.

No, where you see this all play out on a more relatable level is science fiction, cyberpunk, fantasy and horror. History and historical fiction are too often framed in simplistic ideas of good and evil. The people who are willing to reach deep are the ones dealing in the fantastic. These aren’t even necessarily favorite genres. They’re just where I turn if I’m hoping to find something realistic. Sounds backwards, right?

Okay… bouncing too much. More later.

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