Sunday, June 26, 2011

"The Majestic"

This afternoon, on-call in the middle of far-Eastern nowhere, I caught a movie on TV that I had never seen before.

It's called "The Majestic" starring Jim Carrey.

I'm not a huge fan of a lot Carrey's early comedy work . . . I don't do "Dumb and Dumber" . . . but he is a tremendously-gifted dramatic actor, and he hit this one out of the park.

The movie, very sweet in a totally hokey way, had a happy ending - as most movies with good intentions and noble messages do.  But despite the warm fuzzies that wafted out of the rafters of the renovated small-town theater at movie's end, "The Majestic" made me very sad.

For alas, in real life, the "good" guys and gals of courage and conviction - ordinary folks standing on principle . . . don't always get their happy endings.  Their "neighbors" don't care about what happens to them.  They're not invited to Congress to tell the truth.  Their First Amendment (and other very basic civil) rights do not matter.  The bad guys keep right on being bad - and getting away with it.  The American dream becomes a nightmare.

And the quaint small towns they came from . . . and/or came back home to . . slowly die.  It's the ultimate reality show.

After thirteen years wishing that Asheboro, North Carolina was what it markets itself to be, I'm thinking that those kinds of towns RICHLY DESERVE to die . . . and that I should not have cared so much.

Back on summer break.