Patterns

Well.

I just watched the film The Illusionist. Edward Norton, Jessica Biel, Rufus Sewell, Paul Gia... whatever he is called. And as soon as it finished I was disappointed. It was too obvious for my liking. It followed a certain pattern most films follow. Making the ending a total bore. To someone like me, anyway, who theorises the whole way through until the film ends and I can judge whether I was right or wrong.

This film didn't have me theorising much. I thought (sorry, spoilers for anyone who hasn't watched this movie... even if it is a few years aged), that it could either be about a man who has lost his love and so desperately wants her back that he tries to conjure her up from the 'other side' - this was a rather more romantic notion that I had hoped was true, as mushy as it may seem, it would have been more other worldly, leaving more to the imagination - especially when Edward N made his character disappear - a kind of poetic end (had it been the end), as this was his aim from the beginning of the tale. Not so much as a nugget of luck on that plot though.

Nope. Instead. It was all a ruse! AHA! I hear you cry. A ruse? No way. A film, with a twist in the plot? You are all aghast with delighted surprise, are you not? She wasn't dead after all... Just like i assumed, but didn't want. It was all a trick to bring down that dreadful, dreadful prince, who was hell bent on taking over the Empire. This would have been fine, had I not felt more compassion for him than the magician. As the prince thought he was actually in the right. He might not have been, but bless his little cotton socks for trying. The magician wanted what he gave up years ago (like most men) and so destroyed the princes' life, thus driving him to kill himself - Magician and poor little rich girl live happily ever after.

I wish it hadn't happened that way. But it made me remember. I was walking home the other day... no, this tale doesn't involve a magician or a prince. *SIGH* Wish it did... No, I was walking home when it struck me. I am in such a rut. Such a complete rut that I am sure, would I be a movie, everyone would know what I was going to say or do next. Patterns that we all follow throughout the day/ week get me down. I always think of myself as spontaneous. A free-ish spirit that no one can predict. Mysterious and unreadable by most. I fear the opposite is true. I fear everyone knows me so well that they can predict what I am going to do, or how I am going to react to something. It depresses me slightly.

Do you ever feel like that? Like you are just marching along to the same old tune? I feel like breaking out of it. Who's with me?

Do something tomorrow that you wouldn't usually do... nothing big. I ain't saying rob a bank, just... do something you might usually avoid doing, like waking up half an hour earlier to have more time in the day... ? no? too much? OK... come up with something yourselves. Let me know what you did and how it went. I need inspiration!!

I bet you think I am going to sign my name at the end of this.

I'm Not.