The film Super 8
I call it the Caulfield Effect. Corny, I know, but it works. This takes place when someone experiences something which they feel is entirely individual, beyond the scope of anyone else and their reality, only to discover that they are amidst an ocean of like minds. I call it this because after anyone reads Catcher in the Rye, there comes a point where they slowly close the book after digesting whatever profound paragraph they’ve just completed and think to themselves, “oh my god. I am Holden Caulfield.” The truth is, everybody is Holden Caulfield. There are a few universal truths that every so often are gathered in a way glorious enough to have each viewer feel it as entirely their own.
They come from different sides of the tracks, Alice being from the rougher side of town and Joe living on the upper end, but both sharing one similarity- they both are stuck in a position where they must pick up the pieces of a broken home, and at very young ages. Both are around the age of 13, which is a strange time in a young persons life. This age is the beginning step into the teen years, and for these children represents a time of exorcising their own rights and defying the rules, for passions sake. It’s very much a tale of Innocence Vs. The World, only now they are becoming a part of its chaos due to their involvement with the mysteries taking place in their town. The train tracks and their separate sides no longer matter- all corners are effected by terror and confusion, while the space between strangers, enemies, family and friends alike rapidly begins to close.
The two families symbolizing a kind of Montague and Capulets ordeal are brought together and simultaneously torn apart by the death of Joe’s mother, who had died covering a shift for Alice’s drunken father. The two men, left alone with their young children, represent the two sides of carelessness. There is the kind that comes from duty, and over-attention to ones work, and there is the kind that sprouts from the complete lack thereof. These alternate sides come together to form the forces which, as we learn from a reel of secret footage discovered by the children, the creature had to endure as well.
And here lies the true parable of the movie. The kids are at the point in their lives when they begin making decisions that will shape who they become. If they are continually neglected, they will end up just as this creature has- alone, afraid, defensive, violent, and lost. But that’s just my inner mother talking.
Joe must allow himself to let go of the past, just as the alien must. This moment is gathered into a single statement in the film, when Joe looks into the eyes of the alien and without any panic states, “bad things happen. But you can still live.” This movie seems to be made specifically for anyone who has been through anything that has left a scar, whether the viewer is a kid on the verge of abandoning their innocence, or anyone who has yet to let go of irreversible moments that plague their minds. This movie manages to push several sensitive points on any given person, and at times it is unavoidable to admit that we all have parts of each character within us. Part of me wants to drink my sorrows away. Part of me wants to forget my problems and just make something cool. Part of me wants to blow up my friends train set. Part of me takes my life entirely too seriously at times, and part of me feels like an alien.
If this film included a group discussion involving everyone in the theater, I’m sure we would quickly discover that people who seem to have nothing to say to one another have much more in common than what meets the eye. Whether or not they talk about it is up to them. But thankfully, there are artistic ways to help people understand themselves a bit more. There are creative outlets that join strangers together, and this film is a brand new one. Someone was brave enough to forget their problems, and just make something cool.
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