Viata nu e ca in filme... / Life is not like movies...

Filmele tampesc. Sau, ma rog, incearca sa tampeasca, sau sa isi bata joc de inteligenta noastra, aia, cata mai e ea acolo...

Tocmai ce am vizionat doua filme care jongleaza aceeasi idee cretinuta: sotii inselati iarta si uita repede.

Primul: The End of the Affair. Ea il inseala de-l rupe pe amarat, pana la urma isi lasa si amantul, din motive mai mult sau mai putin obiective, apoi, spre finalul vietii (ca vorbim de o drama, nu asa, oricum), se reintoarce la amant, iar sotul ei cel mult iubitor accepta sa stea la capataiul ei de muribunda impreuna cu amantul. Pentru c-o iubeste asa de mult...What????

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Al doilea, The Painted Veil: la fel, ea inseala un prostisor mult prea moale si prea prins de menirea lui de om destept, el afla, se supara, dar supararea dureaza mai putin de 2 luni, si cand ii trece, ii trece asa de tare incat accepta si ideea ca nevasta-sa e insarcinata cu un copil despre al carui tata nu este sigura nici ea cine este... Si, la finalul grandios, care se lasa, desigur, tot cu o moarte, a lui, ea e rupta in doua, sufera cumplit, dar mi-e neclar daca din cauza mortului sau din cauza ca se simte vinovata.

Nu stiu cum se intampla lucrurile in filme, eu cunosc sentimentele alea care se cimenteaza mai greu si dureaza cu anii, cunosc gelozia aia nebuna, pe care o asociez cu o iubire la fel de nebuna.

Si imi tot spun: mai putine filme, mai multa lectura...

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Movies make us stupid . Or, well, they try to make us stupid, or to make fun of our intelligence, that is, how much of it is there...

I've just watched two movies that juggle the same moronic idea: cheating spouses forgive and forget quickly.

The first: The End of the Affair. She cheats on the poor stupid, eventually leaves her lover too, for more or less objective reasons, then towards the end of her life (like we're talking drama, not like this, anyway), she returns to her lover, and her much-loved husband agrees to stay at her dying bedside with her lover. Because he loves her so much...What????

Second, The Painted Veil: similarly, she cheats on a fool who's far too soft and too caught up in his clever man's mission, he finds out, gets upset, but the upset lasts less than 2 months, and when it passes, it passes so badly that he also accepts the idea that his wife is pregnant with a child whose father she's not sure who the father is either... And, at the grand finale, which of course also ends with his death, she is torn in two, suffering terribly, but it's unclear to me whether it's because of the dead man or because she feels guilty.

I don't know how things happen in the movies, I know those feelings that take years to cement, I know that crazy jealousy that I associate with an equally crazy love.

And I keep telling myself: less movies, more reading...