Do you know of the address “15 Park Avenue” anywhere, anywhere in the world? There seems to be a 15 Park Avenue in New York; but I haven’t seen it so I can’t say if it really exists. Maybe its not on the maps and a detour off the road leads to a promenade to the subconscious. Anyways, where were we, yeah so I finally watched 15 Park Avenue (the movie) yesterday night. For one, I dreamt in my sleep after watching it. I’m yet to ascertain if the film was worth-it or not. Henceforth, this is not a review or an antithesis. Your reality might be different than mine, so why build a writers block.
As John Lennon, once sang …
Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace…You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as oneImagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world…You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one
By the time the film had the end credits rolling, the utopia was seemingly alive. Relationships – was a prominent theme. I was a bit disappointed with the ending of the movie, which probably left the unsaid unread. But I could also see why it needed to be abstract and open to individual interpretation. Tales based on human-suffering often lead to cinematic manipulation of the audience’ mind. 15PA did remind me of K-PAX and The Matrix, if that adds any flux to this rant. What’s the reality? Is there a reality? The dementia is surreal. So who is really schizophrenic?
Some stories don’t have an end. And when you think enough, some stories shouldn’t have an end. It’s a constant search. Aren’t we all still searching for our “15 Park Avenue”? Once we, the insane, get there, it might still be invisible to the sane rest.
By the way, as a matter of simile, who-so-ever said that cigarette’s are better than sex. In a way, cigarette’s are like birth control. They kill you, therefore, you can’t multiply.