Cry

Cry, and Admit It
In a world gone cynical and downtrodden
One man made us believe that a man could fly.
One man directed the film that made us believe a man could fly.
One man composed the music that made us believe a man could fly.
And we believed. And cheered.
And now, 44 years later, the world is now more cynical and downtrodden than ever.
Don’t watch Superman, they say. Don’t watch Christopher Reeve playing the role he was born to play.
Don’t watch Superman, they say. Don’t watch Richard Donner’s movie. It’s bad.
Don’t care that John Williams wrote one of the most stirring musical scores ever.
If you watch it, they say, look for the inaccuracies. Air Force One would fly quite well with one engine blown off, they say.
A crowd would never react the way they do in the movie after Superman catches the helicopter, they say.
Et cetera et cetera ad nauseam. Literally.
I’m tempted to scream at the world "GROW UP!!!"
STOP TEARING APART A MOVIE! IT’S A MOVIE FOR GOD’S SAKE!!! IT’S ENTERTAINMENT!!!
Instead, I’ve got a better piece of advice.
Stop growing up.
Stop trying to show off. Stop trying to appear sophisticated. Stop destroying every good thing that comes along because you’re so miserable that you want everybody else to be miserable along with you.
Go back to your house, build a blanket fort, bring some milk and cookies, put a TV and DVD in there,
And watch Superman take flight for the first time. Ignore the mechanics it takes to do it.
Cry.
Admit it.
Watch Eomer ride down the hill into the teeth of an army of orcs with the sun rising just in time. Ignore the inconsistencies between the book and the movie.
Cry.
Admit it.
Watch the Enterprise sacrifice itself to save its crew one more time.
Cry.
Admit it.
Watch Optimus die saving the Autobots.
Cry.
Admit it.
Watch Tonks and Lupin die saving Hogwarts.
Cry.
Admit it.
Watch the Terminator give John Connor a last thumbs up.
Cry.
Admit it.
Watch Spock die to save the ship.
Cry.
Admit it.
Dear God in Heaven, watch Apollo disobey his dad’s orders and show up in the nick of time
to save the Galactica.
Cry.
Admit it.
Watch Babylon 5. Then watch the series finale.
Cry.
Admit it.
Does a lot of what Hollywood does suck?
Sure.
Will it do you one iota of good to point it out at the expense of other people’s enjoyment?
Only if you’re a cold, soulless bastard who likes ruining other people’s enjoyment.

Cry.
And admit it.