Continuing my observations of my own mind.
I was channel-surfing and I came across Anna and the King. It was near the end, and Jodie Foster as Anna, very upset, picked up and threw a tea tray. Which struck me as implausible behavior for a Victorian lady. And I recalled a review I’d read, of In the Bedroom, in which the reviewer said that Sissy Spacek’s one false note in an otherwise stellar performance was when she broke a plate. Why, the reviewer asked, do people in movies think that emotional moments require broken crockery? In real life, we can experience very intense emotions while leaving all our plates and cups intact.
This one moment brought back the memory of that review, and indeed, I could see Spacek breaking the plate (I saw the movie in the theater, and that moment was also in the trailers).
But the rest of the movie? IMDb tells me it’s over two hours long, and I saw it only six years ago. I can remember maybe fifteen minutes of it, total.
Where did it go? I sat there, saw it, had an experience, wrote about it (I always write at least a paragraph on every movie I see). I remember the review. With perfect clarity, I remember a bit of text that I thought showed a bit of insight. But an entire movie is gone.
(Not gone. Since I started thinking about this, more images have come, but not a lot.)
This isn’t just CRS ha ha look how I don’t remember. Because I do remember. I remember the review, I remember sounds, images, colors. But whole other chunks just walk off the page. That bothers me, but not so much. Mostly it interests me. What am I doing in there?
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