What Dreams May Come

What some folks call impossible is just stuff they haven’t seen before

First, let me say that there are some movies I used to love years before that I cannot stand to rewatch now. Movies that had I been inside a movie theater can now make me head to the exit signs a whole lot faster than I can see the end credits. What Dreams May Come is not one of them. Well, apparently. I rewatched this movie last night just to see if it can still move me (despite many others who find it dull and boring) and the answer is quite obvious by now.

Talk to me anytime, face to face, about soulmates and I’ll probably call BS on that. What you won’t know, unless you’ll get to read this crap post, is that deep down, some wide-eyed, childish part of me wants to believe there is such a thing. Well, Robin Williams’ character in the movie, a doctor very much in love with his wife, described that one “occupational hazard” of being soulmates is that “one is no good without the other.” That doesn’t sound good, actually (i.e., practically). Who would want to enter a door where your “other half” is waiting if that means meeting that person will make you incomplete on your own from then on? I’d sure look for the Exit Sign if faced with such a predicament.  

Anyway, this movie is about that - soulmates and eternal love. How a man literally (this is fantasy, people!)  moved through heaven and hell and back to be with the woman he loves. And how he persevered! No eye on the EXIT SIGNS. It’s a visually stunning movie, if anything, which matches the general melancholy of the film. The couple’s love was translated through paintings and the idea of “heaven”. Because it talks about death, the movie is no picnic. Just that premise is enough to turn off people but I like how the movie touched on the most basic theme of all - love - and never let go of it from beginning to end. 

You know why I think my soulmate is still out there? Because I’m always late, and he sure is now.