
It seems like inspiration always hits me after my Black Media screenings. Very surprising considering I can't stand sitting in a lecture hall for 3 hours after an already full day of classes! But even if I don't enjoy the class, the movie we watch is usually very thought provoking.
Tonight we watched Dancing in September. It was a movie based on the racial problems in television when it comes to stereotypical portrayals of black characters in sitcoms. While it was a very good movie, the overall plot is unimportant to what I'm going to be discussing.
I used to be the girl that was so caught up in the romance of movies, that I sort of lost track of reality. While this is not necessarily a bad thing, I would watch EVERY movie with a very critical eye, setting up characters to fall in love just because "they would look soooo cute together!". While this was a little ridiculous, I have suddenly realized my views on movies have changed.
Dancing in September is not a very happy movie. It's filled with angst, drama, and a lot of uncomfortable issues all crammed into a two hour film. Yet, I found myself being happy with the way the movie ended. It didn't end in a happy way, the main characters that "looked so cute together" didn't end up together, and there was far too much death and violence to be considered a happy ending.
For some reason though, I found this fitting.
I sometimes think I've grown up a lot in the past few years. I've seen more and experienced more, and I believe this has contributed to my changing views. But then I think that I have so much more to experience...I live in a tiny college town, and while I see one hundred times more here than I did at home, it's still a very small part of the world and I know there is a lot more.
I think though, that I've come to accept that the world is not filled with happy endings. There is a harsh cruel aspect to life, that I have discovered, and wondered about all at the same time. I think this is why I've come to accept sad endings of movies.
Sometimes, sadness is fitting.
I hope everybody can learn to accept new and different things that are outside of their comfort zone. It's extremely difficult to do, but once you accept the world for the way it is, rather than your hopes and illusions, it's easier to move on. Once you see the world in all of it's harsh and cruel and disillusioned facets, the beauty and the warmth that exists may be easier to see.
Instead of pushing reality away, we should accept it, move on, and focus on the positive. That's really one of the things that I have found most important to me in my short time here so far in college.
