It's been a very long time since I played in the world of blogger and while my absence from the blog was more than likely not noticed by a single soul, and truthfully I had so much anxiety over writing my words and making sure they were right that I gave up and had convinced it was a silly idea that I'm not quiet sure why I started, But then.....
Today I saw a movie and wanted to express my thoughts on it and now I've realised.... It's not even for anyone else to read and honestly I don't think I even mind that nobody reads my posts - it's more for me to relive the memory of how seeing a film for the first time felt when I saw it.
Today I saw 12 years a Slave and I'm not sure that I've ever felt this way during a film ever... I felt sickened to my stomach during the whole thing, I felt sick that the human race was capable of such horrible, nasty and cruel behaviour and just carried on as if it was normal. I felt sick that people that were treated so badly would just then stand by and watch as others were treated the same if not worse. And then I wondered, I wondered what I would be like if I lived back in that time, would I act in this way or would I realise it is wrong and speak my mind? I wondered if there is still racist behaviour like this anywhere in the world and finally, I wondered if my life would be different if my skin was a different colour?
I found this film a great story that kept me entertained from beginning to end. I just find it unfortunate and sad that it is based on a true story. It's my pick this year for best picture and I give it a 9 out of 10.
