So many of our childhoods are made up of Disney movies. How could you forget the first time you watched Aladdin and Jasmine soaring on a magic carpet, Ariel passionately singing “Part of Your World” or even Tarzan seeing Jane for the first time?
Netflix has long been an excellent source of cheesy rom-coms, those delightful 90-minute movies that you can watch all the way through while half paying attention to something else and still feel the satisfaction of a feel-good ending and a dramatic kiss.
The world of professional dance is ruthless — the beauty we see as an audience is often the result of years of both psychological and physical damage. To become a principal dancer in any kind of dance company requires a certain amount of discipline that the average person doesn’t have.
Movies are projections. Yes, literally, in the sense of filmstock and screens and projectors and bulbs. But movies can also be projections of ourselves — a momentary snapshot of the internal, the introspective, the metaphysical.
I grew up watching Bollywood movies. I sang the songs even though I didn’t know what I was saying, I did the dances despite the fact that I couldn’t (and still can’t) dance and I watched the stories unfold onscreen, enthralled by the colors, the music and the beauty.
At its best, politics is stressful. At its worst, it’s a mind-boggling maze of rules and red tape. And, as we get older, the messiness of our current bureaucracy becomes increasingly obvious, revealing a system that is much more complicated than Schoolhouse Rock! makes it out to be.