Sum Movies

Some movies, we want to experience, again and again, from the prologue, until it crashes, into the credits. With waves of laughter and tears, oft happily afters. Some movies, we value the sum, wishing to whiplash through the reel, for its too real, with smoking guns. We love the family hugs at the start, but it breaks our hearts all through the middle parts, as if we’ve been gutted or shot. Specially, taking the loved ones into a church, securing the doors and nailing the windows shut. Claustrophobia of the sinister, of the dark, of the red and blue flames. The splinters, the bruises, the beatings, the fear, the burn hold onto the credits, tear through the compassionate soul. The movie was gut-wrenchingly good, but torturous. We sigh, as we say our goodbyes, especially when we know that the actor has overdosed, joined the dead in his youth. The truth of weaving a tale, summing up life. 6/20/2023 Trying to make it through “The Patriot”