They say that the truth begins where it ends. This movie ends with Clay, portrayed by Dennis Quaid, saying “At some point you have to choose between Life and fiction; the two are very close but they never touch. They are two very, very, different things.” The Words make you question which you are watching. Even down to the last-minute you are questioning, not the movie, but yourself. Which plot line do you choose to believe?
Does The Old Man (Jeremy Irons) scream life lived or does he scream missed moments? Does Rory (Bradley Cooper) ooze opportunist or liar? Does Dora (Zoe Saldana) position herself as an enabler or is she merely the catalyst that holds the mirror before Rory’s perceived failures? Who are we amongst them? Where does our life fit amongst the layers of The Words? Are we the story, the stolen story, or the mere retelling of the story by way of recapturing the action of the theft? Or are we just the writer viewing it all and blogging it for the masses?
This film struck a chord with me. While in graduate school receiving my MFA in Theatre for acting I went to my professors and asked them if I could study to be a playwright, too. I wanted to become a writer. In the movie Clay asks Daniella why on earth she would want to do something so stupid as to become a writer. I didn’t like her answer. I imagine I would paraphrase a far better response by imposing my answer: “ …because the world should bear witness to its effects on my story and who better to tell them than I?”Narcissists we are; writers.
The Words gave jewels of wisdom, far more enlightening than anyone else could prepare you. The Old Man said, “We all make choices in life. The hard thing is to live with them. And there ain’t nobody that can help you with that.” And so it was written…my epiphany. I plan to write about my truths. For I saw my regrets in the Old Man through the line “My tragedy was that I loved the words more than I loved the woman who inspired me to write them.”
I want to be the inspiration instead of engulfed by it. I find it funny how a movie about words could warn you about their trappings. I suggest all writers watch this, and then read “Steal Like An Artist” by Austin Kleon. And come back for a discussion.
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