So you can see the dilemma of trying to write a script based on this tragic event. The logic evades us. And the reality haunts us.
Yeah, well, hate to say this? But this is true of about 98% of what happens in life. Fiction and non-fiction has a tendency to over-simplify things.
It's almost as if our minds are incapable of conceiving anything that isn't well logical and clear-cut and fits within our limited realm of experience.
I keep going back to an experience I had in a creative writing course where I was told that it was impossible to have a character that had survived three brain tumors/brain cancer, with the mind of a child. That to write such hogwash was vulgar and offensive. After I got reamed. I looked the critic, who had lost her relative to "one brain tumor" in the eye, and said, yeah, well, the story was based on my grandfather who survived free brain tumors which were cancerous, and had the mind of a small child left as a result. I'm sorry, honey, about your loss. But life is weird. And does crazy things. Deal with it. Unfortunately my writing prof agreed with her and said that if the reader can't identify...or doesn't see it as real, doesn't matter if it is.
Same thing happens at work everyday. Co-workers state - you can't make this stuff up. No one would believe it.
If life were a movie..it would end with a sunset and a happily ever after and the bad guys in the black hats, and the good guys in the white hats. But it ain't a movie, and no one wants to watch the reality. We want to believe in the simplicity of fiction.
Oh forgot to add...there is ironically a movie about a young black man being shot by police - which is called... Fruitvale Station
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Yeah, well, hate to say this? But this is true of about 98% of what happens in life. Fiction and non-fiction has a tendency to over-simplify things.
It's almost as if our minds are incapable of conceiving anything that isn't well logical and clear-cut and fits within our limited realm of experience.
I keep going back to an experience I had in a creative writing course where I was told that it was impossible to have a character that had survived three brain tumors/brain cancer, with the mind of a child.
That to write such hogwash was vulgar and offensive. After I got reamed. I looked the critic, who had lost her relative to "one brain tumor" in the eye, and said, yeah, well, the story was based on my grandfather who survived free brain tumors which were cancerous, and had the mind of a small child left as a result. I'm sorry, honey, about your loss. But life is weird. And does crazy things. Deal with it. Unfortunately my writing prof agreed with her and said that if the reader can't identify...or doesn't see it as real, doesn't matter if it is.
Same thing happens at work everyday. Co-workers state - you can't make this stuff up. No one would believe it.
If life were a movie..it would end with a sunset and a happily ever after and the bad guys in the black hats, and the good guys in the white hats. But it ain't a movie, and no one wants to watch the reality. We want to believe in the simplicity of fiction.
Oh forgot to add...there is ironically a movie about a young black man being shot by police - which is called... Fruitvale Station