Form of Fiction

I’m sorry to be delayed again, with the post. All week, my husband and I have been binge watching Season 3 of The Sinner. (GREAT show!) Anyway, we both fell asleep last night, towards the end of the final episode and we had to re-watch it, this morning. We tend to turn into pumpkins after midnight, my husband and I.

During the show, my husband noted that it was nice to see “normal” settings depicted. The peoples’ homes in the show, aren’t artfully staged or in-congruent to what befits the character. (How many movies do you watch, do you find yourself questioning, how does a maid afford to live in a Brownstone with designer furnishings?!? This line of questioning, gets one distracted from the meaning of the movie and the depth of the characters.)

Anyway, that got me to thinking about how this whole quarantine thing, has brought us all down to a level of “realness” that is really refreshing. While having a closer peek into peoples’ private lives, with Zoom meetings and broadcasts from peoples’ homes, we see that even our exalted celebrities have sloppy shelves and clothes hanging on doors and gray roots and straggly ends on their hair. Even our experts have naughty dogs and get exasperated with their kids sometimes. It’s real “reality TV” and it has made me feel closer to humanity, in a sense. It’s one of those hidden gems that has been uncovered below the blanket of this coronavirus nightmare.

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