||[Jan. 6th, 2010|11:54 pm]
I just watched The Road, the movie based of the Cormac McCarthy book. |
The story is bleak... unrelentingly bleak... but the core relationship between the father and the son is so strong, so powerful, and so good, that it winds up being an affirmation of the human spirit somehow.
So it's strange... I left the movie inspired to get my life together, to do things, and to try and appreciate the people around me more. Which is not what I was expecting at all. I mean, I also left shell-shocked and a little weepy. It all goes hand-in-hand.
There's this scene (and I guess you shouldn't read further if you want to see the movie or whatever) where the father comes to the conclusion that in order to move on, they need to forget about the mother, who is dead. He takes her picture out of his wallet and flings it over a bridge. Then he takes off his wedding ring, too. He doesn't throw it, though. He sets it on the railing, and just pushes it towards the edge. He tries to let go, but it's hard.
It's queer... the emotions put into the wedding ring, this symbol. And it occurred to me that a mere 101 days ago, the scene wouldn't have resonated with me as strongly. But I couldn't help but put myself in his shoes, you know?
Blah, I can't adequately explain my reaction to the movie... but suffice it to say that I got a lot out of it.
One of the best scenes of the movie takes place when the father and son meet up with an old man, and invite him to eat with them. At night around the campfire, the father and the old man talk. There's an exchange filled with a lot of thoughtful ideas, but I particularly liked this one (as best as I can remember):
father: You ever wish that you might die?
old man: Nah. In this day and age a man can't afford luxuries.