Apocalypto
Any one severely depressed, just hang on, hang on. I know there’s a lot justifiably so, to be pissed about. But, if what’s been promised comes true, the Big Reveal (I don’t want to use the word apocalypse, because folks’ll start quoting books at me.), will arrive a year from now, at or near the break of Winter, 2012. Sure, the Mayan Calendar goes to ‘zero’ (it has before), and the Mayan’s have no “End Of The World” prophecy, like some people believe, at least it’s not happening next year. The revelation, reveal, apocalypse, should be great, if not, fantastic. Be lucky to be here to witness it, eh?
The one scene in the Catholic, Mel Gibson’s film for his DAD, that stands out in my mind, is the one where there’s that one Guy, who braves the odds, and running past the killing field, makes it out. And it’s fantastic! There’s literally this Field, where there’re all these bodies pierced with spears, and blood and viscera, laying to waste, and a Slave Person is just for sport at this point told to make a run for it, as I recall, and if he makes it, he’s free. But it’s rigged, and there’s no way anyone (up to that point), could make it. But he, this one Guy, in the film does. It’s fantastic! That one thing. Little Guy Beating the ODDS. Winning! One True. Exception. Everything. Wonderful.
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