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Tuesday, January 25, 2005
On the morn' of the Academy Award nomination announcements (no, I was not nominated), I've been thinking of how much I don't like bio pics.
Sure, The Aviator was okay -- not 11 noms okay. And Kinsey was interesting. But I always get to the end of films like these and feel like "so what?"
No matter how much fictionalizing goes into these biographies, there's too much truth in them for me.
Now, there's good truth and there's bad truth.
Good truth is an awareness that is created in the mind of a reader/viewer. It is an emotion. An extreme. A revelation. An understanding. A secret.
Bad truth is an invented convention that attempts to address "what really happens." Objectivity. Why is this so important to people? Why must we throttle ourselves with a governor on imagination?
Truth is never really stranger than fiction. "Truth," in this sense, is a crutch to prop up sensationalist "fiction."
I want movies to live on in my mind, in the same way that the most important part of a comic book happens between the panels. When I see a movie like The Aviator, and I go home to read that Howard Hughes was married before he met Hepburn or worse that he made two movies before Hell's Angels and BOTH of them won Academy Awards ... well, all of a sudden, I feel cheated.
And I'm left with a skeleton of arbitrary facts that don't register any emotions.
Time for another cup of coffee...
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