Last night in The Cardinal in Victoria, I overheard a conversation fromt he table next to me, where a young man was proudly announcing how reading was boring and how films are so much easier and so much more fun.
When I was in Rochester, Braunwin gave me a book to read by a famous violin teacher. In it, Suzuki (the violin teacher in question) said that parents who complain 'My child will not learn, he/she will not concentrate' are announcing to the world how badly they have brought up their child. I'm not a parent, so I wouldn't want to judge, but I am a reader of book s and a watcher of films. It struck me that the young man next to me was announcing to the world 'I have no imagination and no patience'.
In his defence, he said 'But you can use your imagination in films, you can make up stuff that's going on outside them, you can imagine what the characters did next'. If one person posts an interesting description of what happened next in one of their favourite films, something that they came up with at the time, and that involved some sort of creative leap on their part rather than just what everyone else in the cinema went home thinking too, then I will retract my assertion that the man was an idiot. Possibly.
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