Throughout life, Anthony Newley’s 1961 musical, in times of stress, has profoundly resonated; now, ironically the world has been halted by Corvid-19, and universally we are on “pause”; rarely, if ever, have the continents been so in sync; mankind is in this together, in a vacuum, hibernating as a whole. It is catastrophic but also reflective; a time to survey one’s life, ambitions, tackle the sculptural stack of books rooted on one’s nightstand; divest of clothes, long outgrown, never to be donned again; find solace, depth in the ignored, procrastinated; prioritize: health, family, friends and at the risk of oversimplification, movies.
Film has, and will forever have, transformative, medicinal, psychological, empathetic faculties: transports, informs, elucidates, entertains, tickles long dormant sensibilities. In this forced hiatus, I will on occasion, visit those brave theatres that remain open; also, periodically suggest series/movies prevalent on Netflix, Amazon Prime, On Demand, et al; be experimental and taste unexplored genres.
“Often what feels like the end of the world is really a pathway to a far better place.”