a story is a series of events. sometimes emotions are attached to said events, but usually not in the way expected. but that's the thing with emotions - they arise from events. unfortunately, sometimes certain people feel the need to stretch events in order to carry the full weight of their feelings.
example. there's this scene at the end of peter jackson's lord of the rings when the film has been over for a while but keeps going anyways and all the hobbits run into the room where frodo is lying in bed, recovering, and they're all so happy and joyful and they start jumping up and down on his bed, laughing and jumping, all in very slow motion, their mouths moving but muted, because the orchestra is busy telling the audience how to feel and it doesn't want any distractions.
i mean, a joyful reunion is a joyful reunion. why can't it just take place in real time, without any violins, and without the gratuitous jumping?
it is as if the filmmaker was dissatisfied with the reality of "happiness," and felt the need to superimpose their own conception of joy, a special, idealized kind of joy, the kind that is born in slow motion and lots of major triads.
maybe i am wronging peter jackson here, but that's just how i feel.
aronofsky is guilty of the opposite, prolonging and dramatizing suffering to an almost comical extent. what, two junkies can't score any heroin between new york and florida? what, did they drive on some magical highway that bypasses newark, philly, d.c., baltimore, atlanta, and newark?
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