It is rare that you would ever hear someone utter the phrase, “I don’t like movies.” The likelihood that there would be any truth in such an opinion is incredibly small, and for good reason. Even though – like most people – I have loved watching movies for as long as I can remember, I have never really stopped to consider and appreciate the fact that the process of making a movie draws on all types of knowledge and talent, whether obviously artistic or otherwise. More fascinating, still, is that such a massive and varied collection of effort is all for the purpose of storytelling; a truly good movie can be viewed as the epitome of human achievement.
Screenwriters – whether through original work or the adaptation of authors or real events – are mystical and enviable beings with the ability to craft and communicate a story that manages to be entertaining and relatable enough to appeal to and affect hopefully-millions of people, regardless of the space or time in which they live.
Together with people like directors, music supervisors, set designers, editors, cinematographers and actors, a unique perspective of the real world or a totally new and imagined world is created and shared.
Each movie has a distinct tone, influencing and harmonizing the emotions of a few hundred people who have happened to gather together in one room for two hours. The worlds and narratives presented can be so all-encompassing that the intangible emotions they impact translate into responses which can be heard and seen.
It is accepted as a completely reasonable and coveted activity to travel to – and pay dearly to sit within – a large, nearly-pitch-black room filled with hundreds of strangers for an extended period of time, because exposure to a whole new story is what is most meaningful.