Wednesday, November 08, 2006

One of the masses

My blog is stale I know. ><

I watched Sinking of Japan on Sunday [that's why I was late for judo chalet]. It was quite okae, it would have been better if they hadn't added in all the typical cheesy romance parts. Maybe it worked in the novel, but it didn't really work in the movie because the movie is so short. You can't take a minute showing two people kissing!! o\_/o Anyway, maybe if the romance parts weren't so cheesy it would have worked.

A little advice to all movie directors, producers and wanna-be/would-be directors or producers. [including scriptwriters] Find out what works for your movie before finalising it. In this case, the romance didn't really cut it. Maybe if it weren't so typical and stuff like that, it would have helped. Because I do think that the romance should have been there, as well as the family scenes and all that, it provided a nice contrast to the unfeeling of the acting prime minister, and the numbers and statistics. But the romance was so... urgh. Oh well.

I think it was nice how they had both sides so contrasting. The calculative government whose opinion of the people were just 'dead' or 'missing' and 'alive', the caring government whose real goal was to save all the citizens, and the citizen's point of view.

It's kind of scary, don't you think, to have that kind of government who sees you as just someone who adds to the population, as someone who is not helping increase the population, as someone, no, as a number on a excel graph. They don't know your name, your family, your struggles. I know it's impossible to have the government know every ordinary citizen on a personal basis, they have their own lives too.

But still, it scares me a bit, to be known not as me, but just as one of the masses. In times of crisis, they don't know your sweat, your tears, your fears, your relief. They don't see your struggle, your fight, your strain. Maybe that's why people turn to literature, so you know the story of a little Jewish girl, who even through all the persecution, was happy. So you know how a little girl who froze on the street because her matches could not sell. So you know the story of a persecuted tribe, and a scheming government.

It scares me sometimes, just a little bit.

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