The Celluloid Diary

Movies…what power they hold. Films have taught me a lot. I’ve seen more of them than I can count or remember. Yet, the imagery, the pictures in motion, they’re still fresh as daisies in my mind. The Celluloid imprinted on my very DNA, soothing my soul, uplifting my imagination to new heights. We, as humans, search for the unknown. We search for ourselves in others. There’s no better way to find out more about yourself than to watch a great movie. Even a “bad” movie can give you further insights into your psyche, your fears, your dreams. We see despair in characters, conflict beyond words. Those characters show us how tough WE are. Humanity’s need to tell stories just grows more as the time passes. It was once campfire tales. Folktales passed on by word of mouth. Scriptures and mythologies. Now, we have IMAX cameras that frame a picture in 70 MM, capable of filming the depths of outer space with ease. My, ole’ my, how far we’ve come. So many people have worked in the film industry, fed their entire families by doing so. Generations upon generations of crewmembers, writers, and filmmakers inspiring all of us. They stay up late nights, get up early mornings…all to keep the cameras rolling. We need movies more than ever right now. Celluloid, motion-pictures, must be made immortal. Film must be preserved, in all original forms, and the stories must go on… The campfires cannot grow cold. The minds of the youths need adventures. The elderly can find their past with just a frame from a film. When their minds fail, perhaps when a young relative puts on a movie, they’ll remember once more. So many moments captured, so many experiences shared across the globe all from the motion-pictures we know and love. Movies now, if they ever fade from society or physical form, are embedded in our physiology. We have expanded our myths into portraits that artists of the past would faint at. Alas…We Mustn't Let Movies Themselves Become Myth.