not long ago I sat down to dinner with an American woman who told me how disappointed she had been to finally read Middlemarch and find that it was ‘Just this long, whiny, trawling search for a man!’ Those who read Middlemarch in that way will find little in Their Eyes Were Watching God to please them. It’s about a girl who takes some time to find the man she really loves. It is about the discovery of self in and through another. It implies that even the dark and terrible banality of racism can recede to a vanishing point when you understand, and are understood by, another human being.
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this might be the reason why my taste in movies (and actually, not just movies) differs that much from my friends'. i don't like being told what is good and what is bad. i would like to make these judgements myself. so all i really want from a movie is a good story with enough things happening to keep me judging. if, however, one's expecting the movie to tell them something then they will judge the movie by how good the 'point' was. those seem to me to be two totally different things to look for
