Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Academy for Film and Psychiatry


There's nothing quite like blogging in a blizzard. My house, by the way, is the one with the gutters torn off one side and draped across the front with the disconnected downspouts. You will notice that our flat roofs have been shoveled off-- makes for a fine family project in the snow-- after having the insight that another 20 inches could well cause their collapse.

So I thought I'd give a plug to Dr. Fred Miller and his Academy for Film and Psychiatry. His 'filmosophy' reads:

FILM IS NOTHING SHORT OF OUR STRUGGLE TO UNDERSTAND PEOPLE, CULTURE AND OURSELVES. FILM ENGAGES ALL OF OUR SENSES AND IN THAT WAY IS LIKE NO OTHER MEDIUM. THE PARALLELS BETWEEN THE FILMMAKER AND THE PSYCHOTHERAPIST ARE MANY. EACH IS ACUTELY AWARE (OR SHOULD BE) THAT HE OR SHE IS PRESENTING AN UNDERSTANDING OF THE HUMAN CONDITION AND ALSO THAT THE PROCESS OF UNDERSTANDING IN AND OF ITSELF IS HEALING AND FULFILLING. BOTH ARE SUBJECTS OF INTENSIVE STUDY AND ENDLESS DEBATE. ENJOY!

Film seems like as a good a thing as any to do today, so long as the power holds. Brrrr from Maryland, hon!

3 comments:

Sarebear said...

Film doesn't engage the sense of smell, does it? Unless you think about going to the movies and remember the smell of buttered popcorn, etc.

Now, Monday, my dd and I were watching Superman (Christoper Reeves, Margot Kidder, the two missiles storyline, Lex tries to make part of Calif. fall into the ocean to make money on real estate, Superman fixes earthquake problems, goes back in time to save Lois's life)

Was fun, except for when dd was dishing us ice cream and glass and ice cream mess broke/fell in kitchen. Only thing worse woulda been peanut butter and glass.

I could have handled it better, altho the yelling to keep her from walking, WITH bare feet, into the glass, wasn't so bad, as I was trying to keep her safe - she kept trying to walk into it as through it was the only way out of kitchen. GEEZ. Stay back, girl!!! Wait til I bring you your Crocs, put them on, stay in corner, while i set the cane aside and groan on the knee and try to figure out how you clean up glass-studded Thin Mint Ice Cream.

Very Carefully.

Not exactly a stellar Monday, but eventually tears and glass and ice cream and brooms and mops were all clean, emotions were mended, apologies for too much yelling were made, and ice cream was re-dished into PLASTIC dishes, and SUPERMAN saved the day, California, Hackensack New Jersey, Miss Tessmocher's mom, Jimmy Olsen, the requisite kitten up the tree, AND Lois Lane. Even though it was forbidden to interfere in human history, you gotta give the guy a break, I mean really. You can't expect the guy to do EVERYTHING and then kill off the woman he loves!

tracy said...

You're kidding??? That's o u r house! The gutter fell of in the l a s t big storm!! :)

Sarebear said...

Well somebody post what movie they're in the mood for, since people are hanging out. Or maybe Dinah's writing a phone post now.

Nothing on TV, and knee kills today, Lortabs getting low so saving the rest for Physical Therapy. Back and forth between Naproxen and Extra Strength Tylenol.

Anyway, maybe 3D Journey to the Center of the Earth . . . . or maybe a disaster movie . . . . been depressed, so Cloverfield wouldn't be a good idea, neither would War of the Worlds.