Mmm, the golden smell of Oscar season. The time of the year when all the awesome films start to roll out of Hollywood. This is the part of the year when spending money on a ticket can be worth the ridiculous price. Well, it certainly is if you go on cheapo Tuesday like I do while chanting ‘pover-ty! pover-ty!’
Loving movies is a human experience (insert stories of middle eastern kids in the ’80s watching cowboy movies or Leonardo DiCaprio trying to find an isolated place on Earth where no one knows him only to find villagers deep in a jungle shouting Titanic! when they see him). Probably because watching people act goes back much further than cinema, suggesting a human need to portray and watch the physical version of story-telling.
I went to see Rush the other day and knew it was good because I found myself mouthing ‘no no no’ or ‘yes yes yes’ during certain scenes. Yes, it was about formula 1 race car drivers which I’m sure will turn off some potential movie goers, but the formula 1 is just the medium through which the story is told. And the story was good.
Which leads me to my true reason for loving movies – the story. The story is the spine, the reason. Oscar season is fun because it often leads to movie-makers assembling the stories really well. It turns good stories into great film experiences.
There are some upcoming films I’m planning to go and see, hopefully they inspire the same mutterings to the screen as Rush. Telling stories is a beautiful and fulfilling part of the human experience and an aspect of every culture, how lucky we are to get to sit back and watch wonderful stories happening on the big screen. Watching movies can be inspirational – after watching Rush I have an itch to pursue dangerous motorsport – but in the end I’ll take the message to have fun and work hard and make my own little stories. Cheers, Hollywood.