I frequently fall asleep in the middle of a movie...often sooner than that...so if I stay awake all through then I suppose that's an indication of something.
I don't get 'clever' films...I don't see, never mind understand, cinematographic nuances. I like a good story with interesting characters...anything else is wasted on me.
It doesn't take much to stir me up in a movie...I'm easily frightened...easily delighted...easily inspired. The scene in The Dead Poets' Society in which the boys stand on their desks and declare 'O Captain, My Captain' can still bring tears...
I say all of this to let you know how little discernment I bring to any film and how much I am swayed by the emotion of it all. And I say this because today I saw a movie that had a profound effect on me.
Rick and I went to see The Butler. Forest Whitaker is the star of the film with Oprah Winfrey doing a fabulous job as his his co-star. It tells the story of a young boy growing up in the Southern states of America whose life is turned upside down by the abuse of his Mother and the terrible death of his father at the hands of the young plantation owner where the family worked picking cotton. A series of events bring him to a position in The White House where he works as a butler. The story then reflects different perspectives on the Civil Rights Movement in America. Sorry...sketchy description in case you want to go and see it.
I stayed wide awake all through the film and I've been deeply affected by what I saw. I had a bit of a glimpse...all be it a Hollywood glimpse...of what it meant in terms of sheer physical courage to take a stand against racism and discrimination.