My Ten Most Heroic Hollywood Heroes
My Hollywood by Illian MorissonIntro: You pass through the hallowed threshold. A night crossing into mystery and adventure. Submerged in the darkness, the palpable thrill of anticipation in the air is met with baited breath and hushed tones. Hurriedly, you and your party secret on your way. Feeling your way in the darkness you find safe harbor. Anticipation builds further as the already dim room goes even darker. Like imaginary astronauts you strap in for parts unknown. Your heartbeat races. You’re ready to be taken to places you’ve never experienced before. To see things you’ve never seen before. To taste. To touch. To be… someone you’ve never been before. The curtain goes up… and a collective anxiety hushes through the room. “What’s going to happen!” “Will I live? Will I die? Will I find love? Will my heart be broken?” Why do the movies enthrall us and draw us in to the degree that they do? Why do those god-like images carry over into real life and elevate mere humans to worship-like veneration? Perhaps it is because these powerful visual images manipulated by an army of talented professionals and presented on a larger than life scale so closely mimic where we spend a third of our lives… in the womb-like dream world. Where our surreal cerebellums are no longer bound by the finite laws of physics and are free to bend and twist reality and time and space and our selves to conform to the secret dimensions of our heart. (Or not conform.) Where we have the flight of falcons… Where we have the strength of Samson… Where we have the speed of the Cheetah… Where we have the love of a goddess. Where we leave the real world to a time ‘long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away’. For 120 minutes your name is not Harold or Carla but Harrison or Brad or Jodi. You’re not a dentist… but a dancer. Not a grocer… but a gangster. And even if you could never admit to it in your awakened state, you can always re-affirm it in your dreams.