Small Screen Quarantine – Mute (2018)

There are two futures. In one it’s always raining, or has just rained, or it’s about to rain. All the signs are in Chinese. In the other the whole world is a desert. There are no signs. It never rains. Ever. I know because I’ve seen all the movies.

Mute is a rainy future. It’s not about the future. It’s a love story, and like many of the great love stories, there is no future for love because everything is anchored to a horrible past and people just can’t outrun the past. Something horrible always reaches up from the depths and drags the lovers back down into the deep. No matter what the future looks like and no matter what science may have solved or medicine cured, or erased entirely, nobody has figured out a way to get beyond their own past. I know because I’ve seen all the movies.

I told you I don’t write reviews or critiques. Not really. What can I say? Mute isn’t going to change your life. Love stories aren’t going to change your life. You can take that great truth all the way back to Romeo & Juliet. Mute is consistent though with Shakespeare. Just as we can’t seem to imagine a future without desert or rain, writers can’t seem to imagine love without sadness or loss, and we continue to eat them up.

What is it about tragic love stories that we can’t seem to get enough of? We either can’t imagine love without the fear of losing it or we don’t believe in love at all. Don’t believe me? There are thousands of movies and countless pop songs that tell me I’m right.

Me? I don’t know what I believe except that I believe that hurt doesn’t hurt as bad as we think it does. It always feels endless and hopeless in the moment.

Then it doesn’t.

C’est la vie.

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