one of the main reasons that i never liked to watch movies is that the movie makers imagination never matched up to my own vivid one. so i sometimes contemplate on why i have come to be such a movie freak. of course now i have a pick from a whole plethora of movie genres which was never available to me before. but i realize that that is really not it. my friend said that the mark of a real movie maker is one who can actually match your own imagination to deliver a product which surpasses whatever you would have envisaged that piece of work to be. but it is really not that. it is not only that i have come across good movies. but it is that i have actually given up my imagination. i realize that i am very happy to relax in front of the screen and let someone take my hand and take me through people's minds, different places, different times.
it is my own Pan's Labyrinth the difference is that it is not of my making but of somebody else's or many somebodys. i wonder what this is an indication of. I put it down to mental fatigue which has also cut down on my reading but is that the only reason.
or is it that i am bothering about a natural progression in my life where i have moved on from one form of enjoyment to another. it is just that i thought that i should put down a few lines voicing my cents on this issues which i have thought about over the past year.
and for that matter the title of the post does not match the content two a great extent. hell! who cares, i sure as hell don't!!!
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