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My Life At The Movies: The Social Network

After delivering a few love letters, their featured figure suggested I try writing something for others; something that could lead to me being published. This suggestion stirred in my mind for weeks, until I finally forced my fingers off the mouse and onto the keyboard. Pressured to produce a diamond, I knew my piece needed to be both honest and entertaining. Thus the marriage of movies and me was ordained (AKA “My Life at the Movies”). For those who have followed its progress, MLatM has grown into an additional blog and partnership with Dreamland. Furthermore, regulars know that each edition starts with a story, and this is the one about the note to the beautiful girl.

A beautiful girl: the very same glue that holds together this week’s Tour de Force, “The Social Network”. Known by many anxious fans as the upcoming film about Facebook; it will soon be seen as a dramatic tale about a smart boy’s stupid mistake.

Following a few important credentials the film opens up with a typical male/female conversation, (i.e. with the male being an inattentive dick, and the female, an emotional b….). Suffice it to say things go badly, and Mark Zuckerberg endeavors thereafter to bury his Albright ex under a hate-filled mountain of 1’s and 0’s.

It’s this very same ‘digitized bravado’ that straps Mark into the rollercoaster he calls “The Facebook”. Funny how one broken heart can accidentally lead to billions of dollars, multiple lawsuits, and lost friends. Being both constantly connected and emotionally unstable like Zuckerberg, I saw the rest of the film as a series of lessons about success.

The most important being that any man who now sits upon a throne first sat amidst his failures. But what if that royal seat does no more than decorate one’s disappointments? I thought about that when Mark, on the cusp of going global, asks his frenemy Sean about his own lost love. Sean responds with the nonchalant statement “What girl.” (Just the one who inspired this conquest, the one who fuels its very footsteps).

It’s always about a girl. From the fall of Troy to the rise of Facebook it’s always been about a girl. It’s both comforting and depressing to know I’m no different than the other members of my shrewdness. C’est la vie I guess, and here’s to hoping I have some ‘Zuckerberg’ in me, as it would be nice to earn some money from of My Life at the Movies.
Jon Godfrey


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