Greetings one and all. That's going to be my greeting, it seems like. First off, happy new year! I'm going to dedicate this post to emotional mindsets and the movie, Room. I also would like to note that I've been writing two separate posts prior to this one, a habit that allows me to write in inspired bursts yet prevents me from posting often. There are moments where the writing simply flows from my brain through my fingertips, giving me the drive to write a lot. The structure and wording of this post may be uneven and simple, so bear with me. I have the urge to write after watching Room because it was a film that provoked a waterfall of emotion from me. Beyond loving the movie, it also gave me the chance to be alone with my thoughts and mental demons. Yes, mental demons. The past week of 2016 involved major emotional turmoil that, objectively speaking, is quite meaningless. No traumatic events occurred to invoke these feelings, just my own neurotic (?) and overemotional tendencies. I suppose these feelings make for a better writer. Probably not, since this blog isn't that good. Anyway, here we go.
Writing movie reviews is difficult, believe it or not. As long as I've been writing them, I never know how much to share or what words to use. Merely using fancy adjectives doesn't seem like enough to truly capture the essence of a film. When I read professional film reviews, all I see are flowery adjectives and exaggerated statements, such as "the film was borderline miraculous." (A little throwback to that ridiculous review of Birdman I read last year.) I feel as though writers cannot help but laud a picture using adjectives and emotion, whether they liked the film or loathed it. Even moviegoers follow the same pattern: "The movie was awesome!" or "That movie sucked, it was so dumb." All reviews, professional or amateur, are just statements of like or dislike. I don't know why I decided to rant about that, but there it is.
That took me about twenty minutes to write. I need some quiet solitude in my life, it would make me so much more productive. I'll end this by saying that I am okay. I'm always afraid that I might make my friends and family who read this concerned about me with the stuff I write about. There have been many periods where I was not at all okay, and I recognize those times and try my best to avoid regressing back into old habits. I've cut people out of my life that I know will only hurt me again. I've stopped doing things that make me unhappy in the long run. Now, I stay close to the people I care about and who care about me, and I go through my days as relaxed as possible. I'm done now. Have a good evening everyone.