Public pleasures in private places

I was looking at my DVD collection the other day and it dawned on me that I haven’t seen the majority of my favorite movies in theaters. Hell, I haven’t even seen them with other people. I’m sure how much I love and appreciate these movies wouldn’t have changed if I had seen them with a crowd, but it’s always nice to get an immediate perspective by shifting my head left or right to see how the audience is going to react. Don’t we all feel comedies are funnier when we are laughing with friends or strangers? I even love the awkwardness of laughing at a comedy with someone who doesn’t understand or enjoy the quirky humor of say, Sealab 2021. The mild tension between us because the difference in humor makes the situation even funnier.

I remember when watching Passion of the Christ the entire audience was silent or crying at various moments and the only thing I was doing was going down the list of whether or not Mel Gibson was going to do all the stations of the cross. Pretty alienating feeling for myself. As was my cringing with ever abuse that was given, but not because I was feeling the pain or reflecting on what Jesus went through in sacrifice. I was cringing because of very superficial reasons; I was appalled about how violent it was. It was beyond noble sacrifice to me to just pure sadistic fun for Mel Gibson.

I honestly have no idea where I was going with this blog, but I want to post something today.  I guess my point was that there are some pleasures in watching movies with other people and most of my collection is better to be watched alone. Sort of like porn, which perferctly fits in with my masturbation title, so at least I go that.

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About panamaenrique

Afro-Latino film lover in NYC. I love blues, jazz, soul, funk, and everything else under the sun. Any questions, comments, or concerns about anything I say, feel free to hit me up. My contact info is there and I'll be sure to give you a lengthy response about what I said and why I said it.
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