When your world is but a stage
When the bowsprit of his sailboat ran into (and through) the wall that defined the horizon, he knew something was “not as it seemed”. The strange set of coincidental moments in his life, until then, had not been enough for our hero to realize something in his world was odd, almost predestined. When a voice explained that he was talking directly to “the creator”, things slipped into focus. This wasn’t a Bill Cosby skit involving God and Noah and some inclement weather.
I watched (not for the first time) the Truman Show starring Jim Carrey. In effect, movies do handle TV as well as the converse, except bigger and shinier. How many times do you see a director cue the sunrise? This is one role that Carrey doesn’t turn into a lampoon, and the other actors are really bit players. Natascha McElhone remains one-dimensional, unfortunately (she has a much better role in Guy X which showed here recently).
We’ve all had our moments of personal paranoia; the world is here for us, it IS our oyster. This movie puts it into a package that bears watching more than once. Or I could go and rake the lawn, but methinks I’ll watch the world surround the protagonist. In an Island hook, he too has a bridge that he doesn’t want to cross, and ferry boats that don’t run. Maybe this is a Maritime movie after all.
This evening I stepped back to the time of my great-grandparents, since Bravo TV presented HMS Pinafore from the Gilbert and Sullivan repertoire. With a copy of the script from the Gutenberg library I was ready to rhyme and banter with the rest of the crew. We’re moving into a world where the access to media is amazing; with the ability to see “the world from more than two sides”. Despite my need to have all the elements before me, the show is still great musical fun.
