People get old; there’s no sense in getting all pissy about it. First of all, there are tons of benefits, like a seat on the bus. Second, you’re way smarter (in most cases) than you were at 25; and third, most importantly, the alternative is a total bummer. However, there is one tragic downside to getting old. And since this is Cannes Film Festival Week, I thought I’d point it out.
If you live long enough, you get to see a lot of movies more than once.
Some would say this is a good thing. For example, I’ve seen Casablanca so many times I know the dialogue — all of it — and I’ve never regretted the time spent. But, believe me, there is a darker side.
** SPOILER ALERT **
1 — The M. Night Shyamalan Effect
You just shouldn’t watch some movies more than once. These are the twisty ones that leave you gasping at the end, with your mouth open. I’m looking at you, The Usual Suspects, The Sixth Sense and The Crying Game. These are fantastic films, and sometimes you might think you’d like to see them again. Don’t! Watching a surprise ending movie twice is like trying to lose your virginity — a second time. When you know what’s about to happen, it’s just not the same.
2 — OMG! What a piece of trash!
Some movies have added significance because we saw them at a particular time and place in our life. (Puberty, third dates and your sophomore year in college are notorious for this.) The problem is when you see them again, you realize they’re crap. In this case, disappointment is the least of your worries because, invariably, you also remember the stupid stuff you did because of the feel-good contact high. Like the time you went to see Two Of A Kind with Matthew Stilwell’s roommate Veronica Thompson (not their real names) and it felt totally cool ’cause it was right after Grease and had a decent sound track. But then you went home and slept together — ’cause somebody said “It’s over between us.” Except it wasn’t, and then you had to spend the entire semester trying to get rid of those two psychos. Er — uh — anyway, stuff like that can happen, and every time that movie comes back on TV, ya hate yourself — all over again.
But the very worst is:
3 — The damn thing still doesn’t end the way it’s supposed to.
In any good movie, you start cheering for the characters. It’s perfectly natural. You want Sean Astin to play in the big game, Kirsten Dunst to fall in love with Toby Maguire and somebody — ANYBODY — to finally kill that bastard with the British accent. However, sometimes, despite all the emotional currency you have invested in the film, it all goes sideways. This happens because writers are dicks. They take perverse pleasure in writing a perfectly great script and then toying with us. For example, we all know that Scarlett Johansson is way too flaky for anything long-term with Javier Bardem and Penelope Cruz. Okay, fine! But what about Rebecca Hall (the real story’s about her, anyway) so why doesn’t she give it a go? She’s a way better fit in that relationship — totally more interesting. Besides, she wants to, he wants her to, I want her to, my wife wants her to and Penelope Cruz doesn’t care. But, no! She settles for Chris Messina, gets on the plane and commits herself to a life of perpetual beige. WTF? Every time I see that movie, I think “God, Vicky! Juan Antonio’s standing right there. What’s your problem?” Woody Allen, you’re such an asshole.
We live in a marvelous age. We carry the sum total of all knowledge in our pockets or our purse. We can communicate around the world with the tap of a finger. We can travel across time zones like a striding colossus and enjoy the styles and flavours from half a world away at a whim. And even though we don’t do it, we have the ability to feed, clothe and house every person on this planet — 3, 4. 10 times over. In short, we are the masters of our universe and sovereigns of all we survey. Yet even though we live in a techno-Disneyland, our society is based on three simple inventions that haven’t fundamentally changed in well over a hundred years.
The holier-than-thou among us — and Internet nerds — like to point out that our food is woefully contaminated by all manner of terrible crap. Yeah, so what? We all know that Grape-Nuts cereal doesn’t actually have any grapes in it — or nuts either, for that matter. (It’s made of wheat and barley.) And any European will tell you that American cheese might very well be American, but it certainly isn’t cheese. In fact, it’s so far from cheese that the manufacturers — yes, manufacturers — have to call it a ‘cheese product.” And that’s the thing. These days, various government regulations make certain we’re aware of what we’ve about to put in our mouths, so if you don’t want to eat tridisodiumonotoneglycirodium phosphate or whatever? Simple solution: don’t. However, there’s still a lot of food out there casually strolling through legal loopholes to masquerade (“scam” is such a hard word) as something it’s not.