I choose films pretty carefully; cancer is taking much, these days, and I need to find ways to build my morale, to build hope.
I picked the wrong movie, as it turns out.
Ridley Scott's Alien Covenant is stylishly made with seamless special effects, a plot that generally cracks right along, a number of building climaxes...and a thoroughly nasty ending which not only makes the whole film a waste, but leaves a really bad taste for along time afterwards, because evil not only wins, but it's presented as something almost attractive.
Good doesn't always win through; I know that, and cancer's brutally knocking home the point every day.
But we need our stories to give us something besides the sneering reality that we're fodder for an indifferent if not evil universe.
Our stories have to give us hope.
A happy ending may be bittersweet...look at Ghost, or Brian's Song...but the stories to which we turn to make sense of the world build the moral framework upon which we find the courage to stand against the things that rightly scare us.
Our stories tell us that our lives mean something, especially when in the depths all seems wrecked and futile.
Samwise Gamgee said it best in the second Lord Of The Rings film, The Two Towers:
Music from Maureen mcGovern, with The Morning After.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.