The moment in question is the chance for Pat Jr. to chase after Jennifer Lawrence and confess his love for her. Is there anyone among us who would not do the same? Show of hands?
Granted, the character is a boxer who gets paid to take hits for a living, but don't we all? No matter who you are or what you do for a living, odds are good that someone's got you over a barrel. There's someone whose jokes you have to laugh at, whose ring you have to kiss, and whose scut work you have to do with a smile. That's life.
I've spent a lot of time this year thinking about regret. I don't think I've ever met anyone who didn't have any regrets about their life at all, but I've met a stunning number of folks who look back at their lives more than they look ahead. Their fascination with hindsight borders on obsession and they dwell in the house of "What if?" forever.
To the men who are riding the crest of the wave of sexual misconduct claims, this one goes out to you.
I've been waiting to comment on the tidal wave of sexual assault and sexual harassment allegations that have flooded popular culture since mid-October, when Ronan Farrow's phenomenal piece of investigative journalism hit newsstands and screens. Every time I thought I knew what I wanted to say, there would be a new revelation.
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This cheery piece of wisdom is delivered to Natalie Portman's version of Jackie Kennedy as she's grappling with the trauma of watching her husband's head explode. Jackie is trying to deal with her own grief while also deciding on the most historically appropriate manner of commemorating The President's death for the country. She's never allowed the simple kindness of privately mourning her husband's murder, except the night she spends drinking heavily and staggering around the residence.
I find myself whispering this line of dialogue to myself at work, more and more often as the school year progresses.
First of all, I'd just like to apologize to every man I've ever worked with named Dave for unleashing this line of dialogue at them when they ask me to do something unpleasant. I wasn't the first, I'm sure I wasn't the last, and I'm sorry I annoyed you just because your name was Dave. If it makes you feel any better, be grateful you weren't named Maria, because then I'd have started singing at you. There seems to be a shared mass delusion that the best way to frighten people is to scream at them. Just before Christmas, in fact, I was both entertained and terrified by the way the guy in front of me started bellowing at a bag boy who accidentally stepped in front of him. It didn't matter how many times the poor kid apologized, the man kept shouting about how rude he was and actually started chasing him around the front of the store a little bit, demanding an apology he'd already been given. He even went so far as to offer to take the kid out ...
This quote is part of Pi's narration, as he finds himself shipwrecked, out of supplies, and has to break his lifelong habit of vegetarianism in order to survive. Most of us watch movies and imagine ourselves as the protagonist. We sit in the dark and judge the character just as much as we become them. When our hero hesitates, we imagine we would take action without hesitation. When the heroine shows fear, we think we would show courage. When our protagonist buckles under pressure, we believe we would withstand any amount of abuse. In reality, you won't know what you're made of until the moment of crisis itself. The easy part of sitting in the theater and making those judgement calls is that we're blessed with time - time to weigh our options, time to plan our next move, information the characters may not be aware of, and best of all, a way to see how one of those choices plays out without actually having to suffer through the consequences. Once you leave the theater, those ...