About Looking Back
Though movies are (in my opinion) an art that is much in decline, I still try to see as many as I can—especially the well-reviewed Oscar types. This usually means I’ll see something that is really good or something that other people want me to think is good. Some of that high-minded stuff is just a little too much for me and my knuckle-dragging.
Which brings me to Manchester By The Sea. I really liked this movie. Besides the fact that Boston accents are bewilderingly strange to me, both the dialogue and unspoken actions between the characters were great. There is real depth in this story.
Without spoilers, I’ll just say that it’s a movie about looking back on your life and how that can effect the present.
There are the big moments that we really let define us. Sometimes it’s really unavoidable; we’re just people, small in the grand scheme. When an event of great magnitude is hurled our way we have little recourse but to succumb to the weight.
At least for awhile. And then it’s time to move on and get on. Not that we don’t let the past shape us. It’s already shaped us—all we can do is react. Lingering is a reaction. So is putting your chin up and your foot forward. Comes down to a choice, like pretty much everything.
Unless you have a pill that allows you to forget and remember on a selective basis. That would be sweet. I want some of those pills if you have some. And, of course, I’m aware there are things we cannot and do not choose. Like me, and the fact that I’m planning to eat an entire pizza today. It’s just something I have to do. See you after.