By Jeffrey A. Friedberg, News Man
I didn’t watch the Oscars again.
I haven’t watched an Oscar Awards show in maybe 30 years. That was when they stopped making real movies. In 1989 the top-grossing movie was Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. Batman was second. Back to the Future was third. These were just-okay movies.
I thought Back to the Future, produced by Steven Spielberg, was tremendously creative. But I know these stories have a way of writing themselves. It all depends what you already know and think. It depends upon your upbringing and experience. Your dreams.
It depends upon what Universe you create for your story to take place. What the rules and characters’ traits within those parameters may dictate. It depends on Mythology. The myth. A faery tale. A nursery story. An epic we already know.
I haven’t seen a movie in the theater since The Matrix (1999). You know—Red pill, blue pill? “You think that’s air you’re breathing? …Stop trying to hit me and hit me!…Free my mind.” That was a very good, groundbreaking movie.
I can’t remember any other famous movie quotes from that near-era except “I’ll be bock.” Or something.
Before that, my head is full of films like 2001, Lawrence of Arabia, The Ten Commandments, Casablanca, The Maltese Falcon, Public Enemy, The Wizard of Oz, and many other. These were all of near-mythic status.
Famous Casablanca Quotes:
“…Here’s looking at you, kid.”
“Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time.”
“It’s still the same old story/ A fight for love and glory...”
“Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine” —thoughtcatalog.com
Thousands of years ago the power of myth helped found and direct lives and the very civilizations of our ancestors. Of society itself. Myth answered questions like, “Who am I, where do I come from, and what am I supposed to do here with my short little time in Life?”
Mythology was basic and the same all over the world. The Hero With A Thousand Faces was the same basic person, everywhere, in every land, and every time. An example for living life, striving, and reaping victory over impossible odds. It told us how to be. What was good. What was right. There was morality, immorality, and a moral to every story.
Mythology was about religion in some ways, but it was never religion itself. Mythology seems to be hard-wired into every human being. Myths, dreams, and humanity seem to be the same everywhere. A Bushman in the dust has the same dreams and emotions other humans have—everywhere on the planet. Earth.
In mythology we humans expect to see certain elements. We expect stories with beginnings, middles, and endings. We expect there to be a hero or heroine. We expect to see that person attacked, confounded, and blocked. We expect something like a hero, villain, magician, god, warrior, or thief.
We expect that person to nevertheless prevail, win, and bring the sacred elixir. It’s Hercules unbound. It’s the Hero Twins of Mexico, India, and ancient Rome. It’s Dorothy come home to Kansas. It’s the same everywhere.
When the necessary-to-survival campfires, and groups died out, so did mythology. It was gradually replaced by the movie with a moral. Or a comic book. Do good things. Don’t do bad things. Be real, strive hard, and fulfillment can be yours. Fulfillment is something you can create. If you are moral, upright, and do your duty, you can earn angelic wings.
You can live happily ever after.
But so-called, “modern people,” hip people—they seem to have turned to new gods and myths. Superman can be anything DC Comics makes him—gay, straight, black, or green. And Captain Marvel and Thor are now women. Muslims good; Christians bad. Admired people are the drug dealer, rap star, the crony billionaire, a working sex monger, communists, and others I won’t bother to name. You know who they are.
It’s all upside-down.
Oh…BTW, you can NOT screw around with a myth. It doesn’t work. You can’t change what’s already wired into the DNA. Your genes. Your core. It creates confusion and pain. Bad dreams.
We have circled back to the Oscars. What I read about them confirms to me most of the above. The Oscars are unimportant “awards” for dumb films, and irrelevant people. The Oscars are reinforcement for private drug-induced nightmares of writers. They are meaningless.
The real, new forum for Oscars is grade-school-level “politics,” slander, attack, whining, ridiculous demands, and absurdity. The Oscars mean nothing to me. The Oscars are a venue for angry screaming children. Nothing more. They have created their own nightmare venue.
Hollywood! Stop screwing around with Mythology. Stop screwing around with people’s brains.
We already know: Hercules good. Cyclops bad. Diana the Huntress good. Hydra bad.
“Red means stop. Green means go. Yellow means wait a while. Now we know.”
It’s all pretty clear. We don’t need your warped bullflop here, Hollywood. You are certainly not smarter than Mythology and true Humanity
Real life is not drugged, or perverted, “re-imagined,” a video game, or in some protected class. Real life is what actually happens.
Real life is not what some writer wishes would happen. In real life you do your best, to do your duty, to any God, and your Country. Sometimes it just kills you. But it’s all about Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of what’s good.
What humans are born to. What humans need.
Myths and mythology are in your blood—your genes and DNA—and, everywhere, all over the world, in every time and every epoch. Earth.
And they are the Same. Listen to them. They make beautiful music.
And I don’t mean like the nightmare shark in JAWS.
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