This afternoon, I had an amazing revelation! I was watching a movie "On Demand," when all of a sudden I realized that I was sitting on the edge of my futon, with clenched hands and jaw, waiting in suspense, for tragedy to hit the protagonist. Scene after scene, nothing! My anticipation of disaster grew into disappointment. Is this all there is to this movie, I wondered, a simple story without death, violence, betrayal? Not even a missed opportunity, a handful of regrets? That's when I realized that what I watch regularly on TV has trained me to expect horrible twists at every turn, just like certain events in my life have taught me to expect more mishaps. As I drew a parallel between my reactions while watching the movie and my state of mind in general, I walked away from "Chef" with a two-fold message; what my eyes feast on at night contributes to my fears, and my newly acquired pessimism is merely a programming issue.
As Oscar Wild put it so wisely, Life imitates Art far more than Art imitates Life. Most filmmakers imaginations are destroying vulnerable minds and emotions. This Monkey, will definitely practise more discretion, the next time she plants herself in front of the box!
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