(The following is a story from Kristin, she's a friend of Spout. I heard this story and thought she put into words something I've been trying to put my finger on for some time now. I asked her to share it on the SpoutBlog.)
One of the most common complaints people have when films "don't quite work" is "It wasn't believable." Sometimes the character is too bizarre. Other times the dialogue seems too contrived or poetic (look at the love/hate thing with Hal Hartley), or the situation just seems too impossible.
Just an hour ago I tangentially had an experience that made me think:
1) My life feels like a scene from a movie; and
2) If this was a movie no one would believe it.
Here's what happened: I agreed a few days ago, as a favor to a friend, to meet with someone he knows who is new in town and needs some professional networking opportunities (ie: he's looking for a job). This guy, I'll call him Tom, and I exchanged some emails, agreed on a time to meet at a certain cafe, and then I described myself to him so he could identify me: Dark, shoulder-length hair, dark-framed glasses, working on a 12-inch Powerbook. I told him I'd be looking out for someone who seemed to be looking for someone.
So Tom enters the cafe through a doorway out of my vision, gets a coffee, and then approaches the first person he sees-a 30-something year old woman with dark hair, dark-framed glasses and a Powerbook. He asks "Are you Kristin?" She says "yes," so he sits down, saying something like "It's good to meet you. I don't even know exactly what kind of writing you do." And she, looking confused but not wanting to be rude, says something like "I'm a PhD student, so I'm just writing my dissertation, but I hope to turn it into a book." They chat a bit, but it's incredibly awkward, and she soon makes up an excuse, packs her stuff and leaves. Tom's left thinking "That was strange." Shortly after that I notice him and wonder if he's the guy. I think it's odd he hasn't approached me, but I decide to approach him, and ask "Are you Tom? I'm Kristin. I was beginning to think you weren't coming." He turns pale and says, "The strangest thing just happened to me," proceeding to tell me about the other Kristin.
The whole set of circumstances leaves me amazed at how bizarre life is. Somehow I quite regularly find myself in situations that seem too coincidental to be real, or with people who come across as too caricatured to be taken seriously, or in conversations where the people involved are so "on"-so witty, insightful, and quick-that you think "there has to be a script somewhere." So why, if films and fiction are meant to mirror and enunciate life-often the very strangeness of life- are we so suspicious of such moments on film?
Paul Auster, who I think has mastered the ability to capture everyday moments and characters in the context of crazy-bizarre situations, points to this as he answers the question "Why Write?" in his slim yet amazing book by the same name. The answer he gives is simply demonstrated through five anecdotes, each in the spirit of the one I just told. Why write? Why create? Why capture it on film? Because life itself is so often too bizarre and wonderful to be dismissed.





What do you think it is that causes us to insist on believability, even though our lives are full of moments where strangers sit down with the wrong Kristins?
Is it just the fashion right now?
Is it still backlash from Greek plays where a god drops in to straighten everything up?
Is it a response to the cheesy abuses of religious folks telling heavy-handed, agenda-driven stories that so often require the suspension of thought?
What does it cost us, as an audience, as artists, and as humans, when the bizarre or divine play unrealistic portions of the stories we tell about life?
Posted by Pete Gall on November 15, 2005 06:45 PM