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Thursday, 24 November 2005
A film with a lesson
Mood:  a-ok
Topic: Advice
There are movies that you watch because they're just fun, and there are movies that make you think, and then there are movies that teach you a lesson while entertaining you. The last on the list are quite possibly my favorite films; they're the ones that stick with me the longest, and make me look at myself on the inside with a little bit of a different filter.

I should be in bed tonight, but one of those films is on at the moment and I never cease to find inspiration and a chance for inner thought in the film. I'm sure by now you're wondering what the movie is.

The Legend of Bagger Vance. Yep, a golf movie. A lot of critics and people I know thought the movie was horrible - a bad move on the parts of both Wil Smith and Matt Damon, but I think the movie is quite possibly one of thier best performances.

It is also a movie that I encourage anyone who is in a rut - emotionally, in thier writing life, in any career or any thing - to watch. I've found myself in that well-known rut (see below post) and I've tried everything I can think of, including sounding like a crazy person, talking to my characters and apologizing to them for the world to see it. I've been trying too hard, worrying too much about what others think to let my true, authentic heart come through. That is the lesson I've learned from watching The Legend of Bagger Vance for the oh, sixth or seventh time tonight. I don't need to think about it more; I don't need to worry about whether anyone likes what I write or not; I don't even need to worry about whether or not I like what I've written. I need to let my fingers, which are far more intelligent than my head, take over, and lose myself in the moment.

It's funny how something so simple as a movie can help you find your way out of the darkness you've imposed on your own soul; like Junuh in the movie, I have my own private demons of my past to fight against, demons that keep me from being my true self and allowing my heart to flow into my fingers. It has nothing to do with arguments with characters or problems with a plot. It has to do with me. The Legend of Bagger Vance taught me that, and a lot more. I suggest you let it teach you something, too.

Posted by wvwritergirl at 2:33 AM EST
Updated: Thursday, 24 November 2005 2:36 AM EST
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