Why can't life be easier? Simpler? Life the movies??
The thing that I love most about movies, is that in the midst of all of your problems, they can take you away, to a different place where things are exactly as you secretly wish they could be. You identify with different characters in strange ways, allowing you to become involved in the plot, the storyline, and the events. You get so wrapped up in it that for two hours, for one hundred and twenty small minutes, you completely transform into someone else.
That someone is sometimes completely perfect, the ideal character with the ideal personality and ideal traits that you want to have as well.
That someone is also sometimes, not so perfect. They have a flaw, that brings them down, or some trait that proves that maybe life in the movies isn't so perfect. Maybe it isn't so far from reality.
And yet, how many times do I fall in love with the boys, the romantic, sweet, sensitive, caring men that the protagonist seems to fall in love with in the end. You watch the preview and dream to be that person, but during the movie, you are that person. A beautiful actor is falling in love with your character, falling in love with you.
And you, the protagonist, are running around chasing your dreams, or chasing what the writer meant for you to chase. chasing a friend, a long lost lover, a secret, a memory, another car...whatever.
And the the credits roll. And you sigh. Smile to yourself, and walk out. The movie is over.
But is it?
The experience is over, sure. You know what happens at the end. you know how this situation plays out, how the story resolves. But at the same time, a really good film with stay with you long after it is finished. A really good film will be engraved in your memory as if those two hours were actually part of your life.
And everything seems justified. Generally, anyways. The good end up with the good, and the bad get punished by the plot. The writer. The writer is like God who controls all, and teaches us lessons.
And you continue on with your life, bright-eyed and hopeful for a movie romance, or the perfect friendship, or...or...the perfect resolution to every problem you're in the midst of experiencing.
And then, slowly, reality starts to set back in. The phone rings, you hear your siblings start to argue, you remember that you've never been kissed. And that boys like that don't seem to exist in real life, at least not in your life. And your neighbor's dog barks. And you still have a huge project due the next day. And that dress you've been saving up for for weeks just went out of stock online. And there's nothing good on your ipod. And nothing good in your closet. And nothing good in the refrigerator.
And then you frantically try to put yourself back in that movie-like situation. But the memory isn't as strong as before. But nonetheless, it is still there. Bits and snippits taht you can refer to, only if you need it though.
And thus, movies for me, are seen as a distraction from the real world. An alternate reality where I can test my character and peice together an ideal situation. Oh if only they were real...
BISOU.
Fréd.
PS. I know the grammar isn't great, and the word choice isn't great, and it may be somewhat incohesive (is that a word?). But I sat and wrote everything that came out of my mind, and I edited nothing.
This is a raw look into my head.
The collage of the adult female reflects the influence of Western Civilization in Europe. Looking at each outfit, it is clear to see that each one is different, often complicated with many different pieces and accessories. Each woman pictured has a different hair style, and different makeup on to represent their individuality. Just as many fashionistas would consider these women to be the ideal stylish individual, much of western society considered the industrialized western culture to be dominant, and the ideal that every culture must strive for. The colonization of Africa, Asia, and South America by various European nations was the result of this dominance. And by looking at the clothing of the women's outfits, and then comparing certain aspects of this clothing to those in the following collages, it can be seen that the same way that the dominant culture had imposed its ways upon Africa, Asia, and South America is the same way that younger and younger children are being made to resemble adults as reflected by their clothing.
The adolescent female represents a middle ground between the intricate and complicated Western society and the more simplistic culture of Africa. While there is a focus on accessorizing with scarves, bags, jewelry, hairpieces, etc, there is also this youth that emerges from all the clothing with the different colors and fun prints in the clothing. In terms of Heart of Darkness, this transitional stage between the dominant Western culture, and the minority African culture can be represented by those native Africans who had become "civilized" (according to western standards) and worked on the side of the European leaders who were running the operations along the Congo River.
Finally we have the children/infant outfits. These outfits are very very simplistic in form and (for the most part) in color. With the exception of the child in the leopard printed coat, (which I will discuss later) these children tend to have more simplistic clothing, represented in both the fit and shape of the clothing. The infant one pieces represent the ultimate pureness of an African society not touched by western influence. However, as the children grow from infants to toddlers, to children, the outfits tend to become more complicated. And even at the age of a child, children are encouraged to wear mild accessories such as inexpensive jewelery and sparkley shoes and belts. Brighter colors begin to appear representing a beginning influence on how the clothing of grown women is channelled through to clothing for younger children. The image of the young child in the coat, I found, was an image that represented how society's influence can sometimes cause too much of a rapid change in individuals. The coat is more complicated than it needs to be for this child representing what can happen (and eventually did happen to the minority African culture after the dominant Western culture came around). 
