We go to the movies to be, well, moved. To have a sensory experience. To feel, in orderly sequence, mad, glad or sad. To identify with a hero, repulsed by a villain. A soundtrack carries us along, like leaves on a river. When the movie ends, we leave the cinema and go home. Where the movie continues but the sense of watching it disappears.
We go to the movies to see something go wrong. We enjoy watching the characters in the movie work things out. If nothing went wrong, there’d be no movie. No laughing. No crying.
“What is the nature of the search?” you ask. Really it is very simple; at least for a fellow like me. So simple that it is easily overlooked. The search is what anyone would undertake if he were not sunk in the everydayness of his own life.” Walker Percy
Live like you have no future—which, in fact, you don’t. All there is, is now. Now is the glowing whiteness of a cinema screen upon which mind projects its images. We’re moviegoers.