Ambivalence

Me and my son Truman recently watched the film, The Lighthouse. I loved it until about the last 20 minutes. When it was over…

Me: “Well, that was weird.”

Truman: —-

Me: “I didn’t like the last 20 minutes or so. I was really into it and then it just got weird and depressing and turned into more of a horror film or something. And that ending…I don’t know…I just didn’t like where it went to, and…(blah, blah, blah)”

Truman: —-

Me: “So, what about you? What’d you think of it?”

Truman: “I want to think about it more before I comment or say anything.”

Me: —- (with admiration)

The kid’s a lot smarter than I am.

And clearly more comfortable with ambivalence.

Which often is the whole point of art, isn’t it?

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