Yesterday, I saw the film Jack Reacher 2. Yeah, I said it. It was
the second time I’d spent $11.50 to see a protagonist beat-up
villains and win the day in somewhat predictable fashion. And I loved every second of it.
Not all
entertainment has to be rarefied in taste. In fact, it probably
shouldn’t be. For years, I wrestled with the purpose of my own work. Who’s life was I improving by being an
actor? I started to wonder.
But sitting in a newly renovated movie house that'd stood in the center of town for nearly 90 years with three of my closest friends, I realized what we do matters…a lot.
Writing, filming, staging, painting, drawing, dancing - CREATING. It serves a purpose. Whether a movie places a role in shifting your beliefs on a contentious issue, or provides
an escape, or an excuse to spend time with close friends, there is meaning to the work.
So don’t stop.
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