Revolutionary road

I watched Revolutionary road recently, and really loved the movie. A didn’t want to watch the movie — thought the story line sounded too morose — but he was around while I was watching it on DVD, and said “Oh my! They’ve been fighting throughout the movie!”

Yes, April and Frank did fight a lot in the movie, and some of the fights were really nasty, but the movie was set in a time when women were supposed to be dutiful housewives and nothing else, and it was about a woman who wanted out of that role.

Just because you’ve got me safely in this little trap, you think you can bully me into feeling whatever you want!

Why is it, I wonder, that I connect so effortlessly with neurotic women onscreen? I’m not suppresed; I have an equal marriage; but I just think that I’m really not what is called “marriage material.” I like my independance and freedom more!

You want to know the worst part? Our whole existence here is based on this great premise that we’re somehow very special and superior to the whole thing, and you know what I’ve realized…? We’re not! We’re just like everyone else. Look at us! We’ve bought into the same ridiculous delusion. This idea that you have to resign from life and settle down the moment you have children. And we’ve been punishing each other for it.

Well, we certainly haven’t settled for the last part, since we’ve decided that we don’t want to have children. But we do seem to have bought into everything else! Get married, settle into a pattern…a routine, work toward something, but toward what? We sometimes are working so hard that we don’t have time to sit down and think, “what are we working toward? What is it that we want to achieve next?”

John (the guy from psych ward):
The hopeless emptiness? Now, you’ve said it. Plenty of people are on to the emptiness, but it takes real guts to see the hopelessness… Wow.

If being crazy means living life as if it matters then I don’t care if we are completely insane. Do you?

John’s observation is brilliant! It takes guts to realize that the emptiness is hopeless, and even more to then get up and do something about it.

April and Frank decide to pack up and go to Paris, “where people really know how to live!” But when Frank finally gets some recognition at the workplace and does not want to go anymore — and does not even bother to tell her about his change of heart — she blows up, understandably.

You don’t want to go, do you? You don’t! Because you’ve never tried at anything. And if you don’t try at anything you can’t fail…It takes backbone to lead the life you want, Frank.

But Frank lives his life on inventory control.

Knowing what you’ve got, comma, knowing what you need, comma, Knowing what you can do without, dash. That’s inventory control.

How many of us are like Frank? And how many like April? And how many of us are caught inbetween?

Now, that’s the question!

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  1. i def lovedd d movie…cud seriously identify with april’s life…quite similar to how i felt here initially ! and i have d same Q — how can i relate to all these psychotic characters on screen..maybe cos inside we’re more morose and big drama queens than we’d like to admit on the outside..or cos we look for trouble and things to rebel against in everyday life when we cud take d nirvana path and not care..hehe..i dunno…its complicated 😉

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