Just finished watching "The Hurt Locker." I can't say I was overwhelmed. It was a good movie about the type of adrenaline junkie that always finds his way to war zones or any other perilous setting within his radar, to get his fix; but it was like watching a movie about any addiction--it gets monotonous after a while, unless the character finds a way to change, or at least to attempt a change. I don't think it was a great anti-war film either. The contact with the Iraqi culture, and even with the individual American soldiers, was too superficial for that.
"Departures," a film my husband and I watched a few days ago, will stay with me much longer--a beautiful meditation on death and the meaning of life. Watching this film, one can't help but reflect on the importance of simple objects and everyday moments. This is also true when I watch my son go through his day. Yes, sometimes raising a baby can be mind-numbingly repetitive and dull; but if I remember to focus on the minute changes taking place--his new propensity for "dancing in place," for instance, by bouncing up and down from a seated position while there's music playing; or his amazing ability to stuff huge quantities of spaghetti in his mouth at any given time, with a look of great seriousness on his face; or his new penchant for "talking" by stringing several syllables together in nonsense phrases--it doesn't seem dull at all. It seems like another world.
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