Saturday, February 15, 2014
Still plugged in, even in the Barrens.
We've been talking. Millennials think 'The Matrix' is some representation of their life. Sad. Something perpetrated on them. Aw.
I'm sure it will be seen as shallow that I cite another movie. But novels and other so-called forms of literary writing have been a joke for half a century now. As soon as women get as much credit in any art form as men, that art form is done.
Which brings me to 'Wanted.' For people who are alive rather than the dead in waiting, it's a much superior metaphor. At least for the ones of us who have actually tried to make a difference, as opposed to making careers out of pretending to make a difference.
Saw it at the end of the siege of action films on a snow day. Here's what we agreed about after watching it. You start out aimed at something by the people around youq, and then if there's something substantive in you you get conscripted into something else. Like life is waiting for you. With a great big surprise up its sleeve.
You're not who everyone told you you were. In our case, Johnny's and mine, we were rather too close to the protagonist of 'Wanted.' Born assassins.
People don't like that. My parents didn't raise me to be an assassin. Neither did Sam Dealey's, er, Johnny Dodge's.
But we are. Assassins. Why? Because we experienced the same kind of apprenticeship you saw in 'Wanted.' We got all hell beat out of us, and our response wasn't to become bitter but to become better fighters.
What does that mean? Attract our attention for reasons of hostility, stupidity, ignorance, or utter nonsense, and we will come for you.
Are we paying down some debt of guilt? Yes. Of course. Not one that prejudices our judgment. Just one that focuses our sense of purpose.
Every conscious man feels guilt. Some in the abstract for things they can't personally be responsible for. Others for failing to be as good as we were raised to be.
Which are you? Why I learned how to fire the curved bullet most of you cannot even conceive of.