Monday, March 16, 2009
Timing is Everything
Redbuds washed out of the trees over the weekend.
I sit around, or walk around, and think. My brain twitches, my brows knit, I wonder about truth. I contemplate the idea of a pervasive divine truth underlying all my human stories but I'm not sure whether that, too, is a construct of my storytelling. I pull a face. Passersby steer a wide path around me. Sometimes I'm like a German expressionist movie.
Don't get me wrong - I love all my intellectual exertions, but really, for heaven's sake.
One of my core "truths", should say core stories, is that the multiverse has a sublime sense of humor. When I opened the netflix packet last night after work, to my total delight, the movie inside was the amazing Kurosawa film Roshomon. The movie is the story of a murder told by three people. Three distinct truths, three different stories. Everyone is confused, you never figure out what "really" happened. Oh yeah.
If you've never seen the film, by all means put it on your netflix list. Warning: there are no car chases, nothing blows up, no naked women, in fact, no babes at all in the movie (except the young, raw and beautiful Toshiro Mifune as the "notorious bandit everyone talks about.") Actually, there is one babe, but she's behind a veil. The pacing is slow compared to American action films. Akira let you take it all in, which is spectacular in so many ways. Roshomon is the perfect after-work entertainment for She Who Frets About Truth. Thanks to all the gods of synchronicity. Thank you so much!