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So I finally got around to seeing A Beautiful Mind yesterday...
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For me, much of the film was familiar in minor ways:
Nash, however, is schizophrenic; I am bipolar. The two are sibling conditions, really -- my own opinion is that they are simply distinguished from one another by a difference in the degree of severity of symptoms experienced. It has been a decade now since I last experienced a hallucination, and I was consciously aware of the discrepancy between what was real and what was being generated by my own mind -- but that didn't stop me from acting in accordance with what the hallucination suggested, nonetheless. The most significant difference between our respective existences, however, is this: While I am slightly above average in many areas, I am not exceptional in any one. Unlike John Nash, a Nobel prize-winning mathematician rewarded for his contribution to the field of Economics, I will likely never be distinguished or professionally celebrated. The best I can hope for is to masquerade successfully as being "normal" and unexceptional. Nobel prize material I'm not, and I have no delusional thinking in this regard. The underlying theme of the movie (cultivating a benign tolerance for the "mentally ill" in our society) is really only intended to be applied to those who are exceptional; even the movie's director, Ron Howard, acknowledges this: "How do you understand what goes on inside a person's mind when under stress, when mentally ill, when operating at the highest levels of achievement?" To me, it seems that Hollywood has yet again reinforced the message that understanding and acceptance are not to be bestowed upon everyone, but instead to be held in reserve for a magnificient few whose contributions cannot be denied lest we wish to appear to be prejudiced. And while it's a genuinely good movie that will undoubtedly be recognized with critical acclaim when the Oscars are next handed out, my fear is that this one sad flaw will be swept under the red carpet in the process.
(P.S. -- It is also my opinion that the typical g**k should see this movie, if only to enjoy a superb example of arrogant repartee that all could benefit from aspiring to. Just think how much more amusing this world could be if we all had a phalanx of scriptwriters waiting in the wings, generating our casual utterances and bons mots.) |