We love to fantasize, dread and get scared and enjoy it at the same time in movies, even though similar situation in real life or in dream will scare us to death. Fantasy has been with us all the time, from snow white and seven dwarfs to the Chronicles of Narnia or Harry Potter. We want to forget our reality by spreading rose petals on the bed after marriage. We like candle light to noon’s scorching sun’s rays. We like red balloons and confetti and colorful dresses to adore ourselves or our little girls so that they look out of this place. Often the fantasy is symbolic, in some way we are trying to send a message without being obvious, whether it is a necklace with a cross or a mark on the forehead. Symbols rule our lives and populate all our places, from the man’s toilet to Washington monument. There is some thing we can not live without even though we reject the so called nonrealistic pagan way of looking at life. At the same time there are sports teams with names, cars with names of animals that are mean, quick and rulers of their domains. The names we give to our children do not represent what the children would have liked but the projection of ourselves, our desires, our lost relatives, our infatuations.
At the same time I feel that violence and destruction has been the prime driver for human creativity. One can see that in movies as well as in the weapons of mass destruction in the arsenal of advanced nations. Most of the energy of human beings are used in killing others of the same species and faster and more dramatically with awe. I think there is some kind of disjunction between what we can do creatively and how that creativity is used to arm peoples to kill others and make money in the process. Then where does the money take us and how much is enough to guarantee our happiness and satisfaction?
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