The Words. I recently watched this movie for the second time, you should always watch a movie at least twice, especially if it contains large dosis of eye candy in which in any case causes chunks of distraction and deviates your mind into random thoughts pulling you away from the plot every now and then. (FYI, I have watched every John Cusack film at least 30 times - eye candy of the beholder, don´t question it!). Anyway, as I was saying I laid there with my big bowl of popcorn and went through The Words experience again. Im naturally drawn to films about writers and books, even the really weird ones like something and something about Sylvia Plath... This movie in particular brought to mind something completely off the plot... A huge question! How much of us is really us? Huh? Believe me, Ive thought about formulating this matter in different words but as a premise I tend to keep things simple so it´s the best I could come up with...
How much of us is really us, in us... How many of the words we speak are ours, the words we write. Two nights ago I had dinner with my mom who called to my attention the fact that I had stolen phrases and body language from her!! I told her - how can I steal your body language when you still have it on you? - Well, what she meant was that I had become a cheap copy of her, though she sweetly implied this by saying she was happy of having her disciple honoring her in such a way... Even our voice tones match! -"Hi Laura, how are you?" - "It´s Ale... again!" - happened constantly back in the day...
When you stop to think about it, if you desire to do so, if not just keep living in ignorance my friend, no difference whatsoever... But if you do get your head spinning around this, you will find that you are a composite of everything and everyone around you. I mean, is there such a thing as a unique thought, or has everything already been said in the past? My guess, it´s been done and it´s been said, we just reestructure it and label it - new idea -. And it will continue to happen as new generations take over, generations that are bits and pieces of the ones who came before them.
It´s interesting to see that we not only carry the genes, I have my father´s nose and my grandmother´s eyes. I carry the family karma (according to my astrologer Marisa) but on top of that we are genuine mini-mes´ of our predecessors and everyone we´ve come into contact with throughout our lives. Who didn´t want to walk, dress or talk like their friends in high school? Pull your hair behind your ears like Joey Potter in the Creek (c´mon, admit it!) or sway your hips like Julia Roberts in... everything she was ever in. We adopt the walk and we adopt the talk, otherwise we wouldn´t rely on famous quotes to appear smarter, Im terribly sorry if "You can´t handle the truth!"...
The way I see it, there´s nothing wrong with taking someone else´s creation, just consider waiting for the perfect time in order to avoid being catalogued as a plagiarist, these things happen you know... and also keep in mind that Google stores everything, forever and ever!!!
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