I'm trying to get through some of my Netflix queue during what's left until fall semester starts. It seems to be going in the wrong direction though, because for every one thing I watch, I add two more. Today, I watched among other things, Breathless and an episode of Fawlty Towers. Sure, the latter is funny. But these two works also touch a nerve with me.
The protagonists are just, well, to put it bluntly they're total assholes. Pompous, arrogant jerks. It's just difficult for me to stomach the behavior of such people, even in a work of fiction. At least when I interact with strangers in passing that seem to be the source material for such caricatures, I can write it off as someone having a bad day. Rather than the synergistic result, not even a simple sum, of an awful childhood compounded by poor education. No. I definitely prefer to believe that all people have the potential to be good (starting as tabula rasa). But it's so hard! Fiction like that then serves as a reminder, not an escape.
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