Guilty Pleasure? or a Productive Endeavor?
I don't like movies. They make me feel bad. That is to say, there have been times that I've actually felt guilty about feeling good after watching a feel-good movie. Movies, TV, that whole Media thing was always a filtered treat when I was little. Activity was the norm, so sitting still for two hours was almost taboo in my family's factory of productivity. Case in point, I prefer natural inspiration to the gradual swelling of my excitement with the fast paced progression of a provocative plot. I would rather indulge in the sin-sation of my own chocolate creations than sit back and watch “Chocolat’s” divinations. I would rather shimmy two hours south towards Turino than scoot to the edge of my seat as da first Jamaican bobsled team slides down the Olympic ice in "Cool Runnings." Only I can't help my theater-induced inspirations. We react without will, so why shouldn't we be affected by the admirable artistry of a good film, encouraged by the heroics of our favorite characters, or touched by the wand of magical cinematography? It's not every day that we are struck by the irrepressible drive to become illegal street racers or commit ourselves to the convent only so that we'll be sent singing into the arms of Destiny. So even if it's thanks to movies like "The Fast and the Furious" or "The Sound of Music," why feel guilty over having the good fortune of being blessed by inspiration?
Question answered, don't. Embrace your film fetish. Take pride in your visual experiences even if you don't own a DVD collection, perhaps especially if you don't own a DVD collection. Feel yourself start to twinkle under the spotlights of some of the smaller stars in our cinematic galaxy, and plop down on the Falcon nest-ed couches of Franklin College 's Film Society.
Organized, as well as attended and enjoyed by aficionados themselves, Scott Wade, Kelley Francis, Erin Ryan, Jane Warren, and Professor Schuchardt provide not only two movies a week for those interested in being an audience, but also snacks and a returning visitor to the Falcon's Nest, the alcoholic beverage. So if the prospect of popcorn, a new movie, and good company appeal to you, then the Film Society is the place to be every Friday at four and Sunday at three. Film suggestions can be made to and will be appreciated by any of the aforementioned connoisseurs. With such diverse titles as "Mystery Train," "Adaptation," and "Crash" gracing the stage known as Franklin 's big screen TV, the Film Society makes a conscious attempt to present their audiences with movies that are not mainstream. Hoping for a semester full of international, independent, and also Professor Schuchardt's occasional “Family Friendly Friday films”, this club is just the ticket for insightful on-screen displays and/or thought-provoking discussions. Subtly prodding at the consciousness of our student-body, this official club presents us with the opportunity to look deeper than the charts of Hollywood 's star studded heavens. Gazing past Johnny Depp and Julia Roberts, the Big Dipper and North Star of "The Movies," Franklin 's Film Society invites us to look off to the left towards the acting of those who are strong enough to glow in the far reaches of cinematic space. I don't like movies. I swear.