It seems that nowadays everyday serves as a test of character. At every turn, there is an ethical dilemma, a quest to do the right thing and a desire to do a great job. I think that is why my dreams are so vivid where I act scenes of heroism. I’m a big movie buff, as are a big chunk of Hispanics. Although, as of late, I just have not been feeling the movie love. Yet, many of my dreams at night are of those movies that have stayed in the upper consciousness of my being. These below are the scenes that I act out in my dreams and perhaps would be willing to do so in real life, as long as I had a weapon of sorts.
Silence of the Lambs. Growing up I wanted to be Clarice Starling. It is partly why I became a psychologist. The scene where she meets with Hannibal Lecter (him behind bars) where he tells her he knows who she really is struck me for all eternity.
Hannibal Lecter: You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition’s given you some length of bone, but you’re not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Agent Starling? And that accent you’ve tried so desperately to shed: pure West Virginia. What is your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp? You know how quickly the boys found you… all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars… while you could only dream of getting out… getting anywhere… getting all the way to the FBI.
Clarice Starling: You see a lot, Doctor. But are you strong enough to point that high-powered perception at yourself? What about it? Why don’t you – why don’t you look at yourself and write down what you see? Or maybe you’re afraid to.
How many of us have left poverty to get that good nice bag? Yet the shoes, the shoes give one away. There is always something about us that will be a reminder of where we have come from. Or at least there should be. We shouldn’t be all décor and flash. The shoes on which we stand can give us substance and strength of character.
Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. It was never a secret that the almighty Indiana Jones had a fear of rats.
Start scene. In the Catacombs beneath the library he escapes through a passage filled with false doors and false leads. Eventually he must get though a flooded area filled with rats. Once past, his pursuers set fire down below and Indiana Jones can hear the screeching of the fearful, angry rats. He kept moving forward. End scene.
I feel that I myself act out that scene about once a week or so. Knowing what brings fear to us is healthy and knowing how to get past it is even more healthy.
Buffy the vampire slayer fights Faith –the other vampire slayer. One was ostensibly the good vampire slayer while the other was the bad girl. At the end both were fierce and both were guided by a set of morals. Their own code but they had one nonetheless. Sometimes it feels like we are just fighting ourselves. They took each other on twice –a fight to the death both times. Although, neither died at the hand of the other. I would love to kick ass like they did. And both were equally cool in my eyes. Need not choose one. That is my take on my daily adventures. I can be tough and filled with heart.
Gilda. I do have to say that I would gladly live out Gilda’s scene where she sings “put the blame on mame” while she struts (tossing her hair back) across the stage. She was tough, sexy and making a point. Who wouldn’t want to be Gild for those 3 minutes?
Those are some of my favorite popular culture scenes. Those are memorable and at times funny but always poignant.