Sep 16 2012
Can it get “More” Depressing
It has been twenty minutes since I finished watching More and I still have the chills. I feel like a gloom has come over me and I cannot shake off this horribly depressing feeling. The ominous music is still playing over and over again in my head. The one scene that really resonated with me is when the man/figure/piece of clay achieved success. He is deemed the greatest inventor of all time for creating a product that allows everyone to escape reality by looking through these special lenses. After they raise a statue of him, he literally looks inside himself and finds that he is empty, devoid of the light within. His creativity is gone. His passion is gone. He is alone and finally realizes that his dream of a better life was shallow and shortsighted. He thought escaping reality would create a better one. Instead nothing changed. People still buy products they think will make them happy. The boss of the factory is still oppressive and the world is still devoid of color. I think the scariest part of this film is that it is reflective of our society. A society where people believe that a product can make them happy and where people try as hard as they can to escape reality rather than confront it. It is that idea that leaves me with the chills twenty minutes after the film is over.