Passion

Last night I saw "Across the Universe" at the Roxy.
It was a really great movie...a nice change from the movies of late. In some ways it reminded me of Moulin Rouge with its musical outbursts, dances amidst the normal story telling, general dialogue intermixed with flashbacks and dreams and floating objects.

I think one thing that really stuck with me about the movie was that era...the 60's and early 70's. It was a time when people believed in something and didn't just internalize those beliefs...they did something about them. The most obvious of that being the opposition to the Vietnam War...the protests and rallies and anti-draft actions. It makes me sad that, when in a similar situation (minus the draft), a war that so many people are against yet a generation that is proactive, we aren't as passionate about showing our opposition as they were in the 60's. They were fearless. Jail, police, tear gas, death...none of the potential consequences of their actions deterred them.


Not only was that time about passion for their feelings of the war, but passion of everything. Whether it was for sex drugs and rock and roll, or art, or a cause, people had passion and a lot of it. Society didn't dictate what they did like it does now. Sometimes I wish I lived then...a time when love was free and hitch hiking was safe. Art was less commercialized. Anti-establishment was a way of life. Peace and harmony were truth.