This is about the movie "Her". I'm not even entirely finished with the flick and my mind and my thoughts are racing because of it mainly because I have so many ideas and theories about it.
Spoiler the fuuuck alert tho.
Okay so before Theodore Twombly met OS Samantha he was a husk of a man, just a sad dude. Failed marriage, sucky job, unfulfilled, unadventurous, just a sad mothafucka.
He "met" Samantha and fell in love and then he started changing, he was more "out there", more outgoing, and more empowered.
This ain't some new shit tho, it's happened to all of us. Most of us don't even gotta fall in love to start acting "brand new".
What bugged me out tho was that his chick wasn't even fucking real!
She was a Google android, shit, the Bitch may as well be IOS7 lol. She wasn't physically there to gawk at, to hold, to fuck, to observe. She was a voice, a Personality, a brain, maybe.
But not really
See, to Twombly, the Bitch was indeed real.
Eventually, in the movie, she made him happy and introspective and open to shit. She provoked deep thoughts and feelings such as love, peace, joy, uncertainty, jealousy, pain, loss, and sadness. Even though she wasn't there, in some ways, she was. My man went through a whole emotional roller coaster with a girl who existed to him but was not physically in this world. THAT BUGGED ME THE FUCK OUT !!!
and it shouldn't.
Women are more than tits, ass, head, thighs, pussy, thots (wtf is that), buss it babies, bad bitches, baby mamas, stallions, ride or die bitches, or barbie and I know this man but it's so easy to forget!
No offense....
This movie has a moral and it literally took away the physical form of a female to get that message out to us. A woman's value is not dependent on the size of her assets but on the way she makes us feel about the world and most importantly about ourselves.
I'm strictly speaking in terms of a woman's worth to a man in the romantic, boy, girl relations ,sense tho. Fuck all the other shit. Y'all don't need me to tell you that women are more than simply the object of a man's affections.
The man was acting brand new, he was climbing mountains, sailing boats, dancing in the streets, singing songs, signing divorce papers (letting go of his ex), just being a complete 180 degree version of the man he was before he met Samantha and her body and physical well-being had nothing to do with it. It was weird yet beautiful to see when i truly thought about it.
Don't get it fucked up tho, in essence we all probably do feel that way about our significant others but it's very easy to get wrapped up in makeup and ass and booty and titties, hair and other tangibles that a woman may possess.
This movie kinda made me realize {it mostly reminded me} that all that bullshit pales in comparison to what that dude Twombly felt. the elation of finally being understood and accepted by another intelligent being is severely underrated to me and to others in society. It is sad because it may be the key to the happiness we strive for.
I wanna climb mountains and sail boats too
:-(
