Movies change me. Not physically. In the head. I'm not talking about Clockwork Orange style neurological torture, this is regular voluntary, stale popcorn, sticky floor, cheap Tuesday, cheap thrills. It's crazy i know, but there's something about isolating yourself from the outside world to stare at a wall for two hours that leaves a crazy impression.
The most recent example for me was Iron Man. Sure it's predictable: Dude invents iron suit, saves world, gets the girl, credits roll. But somewhere between the first explosion and the "no animals were harmed in this film" disclaimer I've been transformed.
I walk out of the cinema and suddenly everything's different. The short lob of my coke bottle to the bin is suddenly a grenade perfectly hitting the evil terrorist's bunker. The kids playing time crisis in the arcade are allies giving me cover as i walk to the carpark. Even my car seems to go faster as i negotiate the superfluous speed bumps. "10 km/hr! Eat my dust Westfiled."
I promise you i'm not crazy. I don't have some gun fetish. I just know that after i saw the latest 007 movie it took me 10 minutes to start the ignition because i was convinced there would be a car bomb.
Don't be concerned, i'll be ok. Just don't be surprised if you find me digging up your garden after watching Indiana Jones next week.
Nick Wiggins
1 comment:
So true, after I watched Bathurst last year I had to drive somewhere. It's amazing how fast you can get a corolla to go. That and everytime I watch die hard I throw on a singlet and pretend I'm a badass.
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