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So I re-watched this for the first time since High School, and i constantly tell people this is one of my top three movies of all time with the caveat that I am afraid to watch it again because so often, when I revisit something I think of as a defining piece of my personality, it lets me down and does the opposite of comfort me. But this morning when I needed to bring out the heavy duty forms of “cheer me up”, I instinctively chose this because I guess I needed to see if I had any sense of self at all. It was even better than before and it not only satisfied my yearning to feel normal, or anything besides stressed and frustrated, but it also provided the example I needed to prove my thesis for this paper that has caused much of my stress in the first place!! synergy. It was like my constant wondering about where these gut feelings about Man and Nature had come from, had in fact been subconsciously formed by youthful viewings of this movie. My woe brought me to my answer, which to anyone who has reflected on why they get sad, will take great satisfaction from. Art has once again saved me from the world, as nothing else can do. Back in the game!
