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Reflection #1
Movie – March 4, 2003
Amy Ward

                                When told that this movie might be offensive and that I could leave if I thought I might

                        be offended, I thought, “How am I going to know that I will be offended until after it happens?”

                        So I stayed, and I was offended.  Maybe it is good that I stayed, maybe being offended has a

                        place.  I personally was not in the mood for that kind of character building at that time, and

                        would have left had I not been on the far side of the door.  I also have a bit of personal

                        challenge to see things through to the end, hoping they get better or that I will find something

                        good about the whole experience.  I have seen two horrible really bad, bad, bad movies that

                        I actually paid for because I was hoping they would get better by the end, and they just got

                        worse.

                                Obviously the author/screenwriter intended to leave a bad taste in the viewer’s mouth

                        from this movie.  And he succeeded.  There is nothing like a good kick in the pants to get people

                        talking.  They may not think, but they will talk, and maybe eventually someone will think.  So,

                        since there is no doubt about the intentions for the movie there are left two things that can be

                        discussed: the meaning and the perception.  Why should we think and what are we going to think?

                                Not only is this film is about racial issues, but it is also about gender issues.  It is about

                        expectations, norms and values in society.  It is about what people say and what they actually

                        do; what people know, and what they admit.

                                I do not remember the names of the characters in the film; I have misplaced my notes.

                        But I am going to call them Adam and Eve.  Just because it seems like a good reason for having

                        her eat so many apples and throw them away.  Would that not be a great symbolism for this film,

                        the woman seducing the man with her apple of knowledge and then causing his death?   So what

                        is the snake?  Is society the snake?  Maybe I am the snake, the person watching is the purpose for

                        the film, is the reason she gets the apples.  Maybe we should tell the author about this great idea. 

                        See if he thought of it.

                                So why did Adam, I have just remembered his name was Clay.  Wasn’t Adam formed

                        from clay?  Hmm…  So why did Clay put up with all that nonsense from this girl?  I think it had

                        to do a lot with the fact that there were no other people around to witness what was going on

                        and pass judgment on him.  He did not have to worry about what anyone else thought about him

                        except this girl.  And she was just one person, so if he felt threatened by her, he could just tell her

                        off or dismiss her or somehow pass the blame off on her so that, in his mind at least, she was the

                        one left holding the bag.  Maybe he was like me, maybe he had to stay until the end, just incase

                        things got better.

                                It was not until they looked around and realized that other people had come along into the

                        subway car with them that her trip into insanity was not calmed down again and his patience and

                        curiosity were not smoothed out.  Now he has all these other perceived opinions crowding in on

                        him from the white passengers, and he decides there are things that may be done in private company

                        that should not be done in the midst of others.  The problem is that she doesn’t really care.  They

                        both realize that no one else is going to do anything, but I think they realize it on different levels. 

                        He knows that as long as he is a threat to the other passengers that they will try to save themselves

                        by ignoring him.  She knows that as soon as he is no longer a threat, they will do what they can to

                        forget he was ever there.

                                This actress did a great job of changing her appearance from sexy to ordinary to downright

                        hideous.  I cannot imagine why, when she stabbed Clay, he could not “escape” from her by either

                        backing away, or who knows what.  I know there had been some foreshadowing about her strength. 

                        But why should she be so much stronger than expected, almost stronger than he was.  It is almost

                        like the message is, “Even the weaker sex of the white race is better and stronger than the stronger

                        of your black race”.  But it’s not like she arm-wrestled him or “fought fair” either.  She was sneaky. 

                        Not a very honorable way of going about killing a person, if there is such a thing.  So maybe the

                        message is, “Even though the whites say they want good for the blacks, they will still hunt them

                        down, one by one, and get rid of them by whatever way they can, each person with their own way,

                        without law or honor.” 

                                 So now I wonder.  Why, in the last scene, was the subway conductor a black man?  There

                        is a purpose for every casting call and I wonder if this is another way of saying that even the black

                        people are allowing these things to happen to them, right under their noses.  Maybe they know the

                        truth, maybe they do not, but they should have the power to do something about it.  And what

                        about the white passengers, they certainly had some power to stop what was happening, or at

                        least dispense some form of justice to this woman and aid to this man.  But they chose to keep

                        themselves out of it as far as they could reasonably do.  They also had their own personas they

                        had to keep up.  Let no one think of them in ways unbefitting their character and place.  To speak

                        up would be to change the assumed personality they had taken from the others around them,

                        automatically given and expected.

                                So I got mad.  And I talked.  And eventually I thought.  Who among those on the subway

                        is most like me?  If I were one of them, what would I have done differently?  Is there any way to

                        really know until that time comes?  If, by having this situation presented to me in a safe and non-

                        threatening environment, I have been given the time to think about what happened and my own

                        response, will I ever be faced with a similar situation and then be prepared because of this?  I really

                        hope not.  Only because I would prefer to think this kind of thing does not happen in “the real world.” 

                        But of course, that is another reason why no one said anything.  So I have to be prepared for what

                        might maybe perhaps possibly happen, even if I do not like it.