Metanarratives

I often tell people that the reason I rarely watch movies is because I never have time. This is sort of true.
The part about never watching movies, I mean. In 2006, I went to Showplace 16 three times. I rented one movie from Blockbuster. Other than maybe catching part of Missing in Action 2 on a Saturday afternoon, I didn't see any other movies.
But when I do see movies, it's An Experience. I'm a 5th century BC Athenian witnessing theater for the first time. I mean, heavy catharsis.
So last night I watched my first movie this year. Stranger Than Fiction. Loved it.
There's so much in this movie. But what I saw was this: Harold Crick realizes he's part of something greater than himself; that he's in a story, a narrative much larger than his bare routine, a narrative that imbues the banal with meaning. He accepts this, even to the point of certain death.
Cried at the end. Plump raindrop tears.
I loved the movie because it's true. I'm part of a story much larger than myself. God help me to fulfill my role.