philosophie.

The Shawshank Redemption

Yesterday after I practised, I finally watched “The Shawshank Redemption”.

A man and his saddle oxford shoes.
Tasteful music.
Suspense.

I often feel that I am at a loss of words to write about “famous” movies. Especially a classic like this. I will only say that it made me realize how blessed I am that I’m given time. Time for me to designate freely – seemingly, at least. Time suddenly becomes so abundant when you just sit in the room and stop all that you do.

And Hope.

It seems that if you doubt it even just a slight bit, you may not be elevated by it.

I think that we all live in a prison, in one form or another; I don’t mean it in a terribly pessimistic or sorrowful way, I just think that that is what life needs us to go through. We seem to have a choice – to be like Brooks who is the caged bird, or Andy: escape by climbing through the tunnel of shit for miles for our freedom. – At the same time, however, I don’t believe it’s a choice really. If you are Andy, you will only do what Andy would.

I enjoyed the many references in this movie: man and shoes, Mozart and music, Dumas, etc.

Though I’m not sure if it’s a good movie before bed – it left my heart heavy as lead. (and any movie with gay rape reference in it just make me want to throw up, literally)

I’m not so sure why it would be called the “Shawshank redemption“. What was really redempted?