Tuesday, 15 May 2007 | 10:59 pm
Your Guardian Angel
Your Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, video clip a montage of A Walk To RememberI love the song and the clip was an added bonus because I liked the movie. Makes me sad every time I watch a movie like that. Not just because of the plot, but more because...it's not real? It's as if the actors are stuck in a loop, playing the same tragic characters over and over, when in reality, they aren't the same people, sometimes they aren't even alive anymore. They aren't as...eternal. I doubt I'm making much sense, but doesn't it make you sad when you see a good movie and realize one day, when you're old and grey (possibly dead) that people will still be watching it? Morbid.
A better example would probably be Gone With The Wind. It's really long, I only managed to catch the first half on free-to-air because they had to divide it into two blocks and I missed the second half. While I was watching, my dad came in and told me it was the first American movie he'd ever watched, one that had left a deep impression on him. He was about 17 at the time (born in '67). Do you know how old Gone With The Wind is? It was written in 1936, and the film adaption was released in 1939! It just goes to show, good films are immortal, and through that, the actors/actresses also get a certain sense of immortality.
Today, I read a magazine article about Vivien Lee (Scarlett O'Hara). She was beautiful, a fantastic actress and apparently, much like her character Scarlett. She died of tuberculosis when she 53 (1967). She battled against bipolar disorder for most of her life and occasionally went to work with shock therapy burns on her temples. What of Clark Gable (Rhett Butler)? He died in 1960 at the age of 59, after his fourth heart attack. Well that's depressing isn't it? No bloody wonder I cry when I watch classics. We never think of these actors aging and dying do we? For us, they are immortalized, living a semipermanent-existence (as long as we chose to remember) on the silver screen. They will forever be in our minds, the young beautiful/handsome characters they were back in their golden days.
Something that really makes me think (and damn, I think A LOT) is what kind of impression I will have on the world after I'm gone. Will there even BE an impression? I'd like to think there was a possibility that people would remember me for something good I'd done. There are so many people who had lived and left a mark; there's Mother Theresa, Fred Hollows, Shakespeare, Alfred Hitchcock, Martin Luther King, Helen Keller and Marie Curie to name a few. This feeling isn't mere altruism, but hopefully something more important. Don't be afraid, we all have it in us to be truly great.
"Promise me you'll never forget me because if I thought you would I'd never leave"
- Winnie the Pooh
With love,
Mel
A better example would probably be Gone With The Wind. It's really long, I only managed to catch the first half on free-to-air because they had to divide it into two blocks and I missed the second half. While I was watching, my dad came in and told me it was the first American movie he'd ever watched, one that had left a deep impression on him. He was about 17 at the time (born in '67). Do you know how old Gone With The Wind is? It was written in 1936, and the film adaption was released in 1939! It just goes to show, good films are immortal, and through that, the actors/actresses also get a certain sense of immortality.
Today, I read a magazine article about Vivien Lee (Scarlett O'Hara). She was beautiful, a fantastic actress and apparently, much like her character Scarlett. She died of tuberculosis when she 53 (1967). She battled against bipolar disorder for most of her life and occasionally went to work with shock therapy burns on her temples. What of Clark Gable (Rhett Butler)? He died in 1960 at the age of 59, after his fourth heart attack. Well that's depressing isn't it? No bloody wonder I cry when I watch classics. We never think of these actors aging and dying do we? For us, they are immortalized, living a semipermanent-existence (as long as we chose to remember) on the silver screen. They will forever be in our minds, the young beautiful/handsome characters they were back in their golden days.
Something that really makes me think (and damn, I think A LOT) is what kind of impression I will have on the world after I'm gone. Will there even BE an impression? I'd like to think there was a possibility that people would remember me for something good I'd done. There are so many people who had lived and left a mark; there's Mother Theresa, Fred Hollows, Shakespeare, Alfred Hitchcock, Martin Luther King, Helen Keller and Marie Curie to name a few. This feeling isn't mere altruism, but hopefully something more important. Don't be afraid, we all have it in us to be truly great.
"Promise me you'll never forget me because if I thought you would I'd never leave"
- Winnie the Pooh
- Winnie the Pooh
With love,
Mel
Mel