A Woman, a Part

There was so little in this movie that I could relate to. Sure, I've had several friendships with a few not-easy-to-get-around complications, but it seems the entire world of acting is filled with loads of people wandering confused, ravenously curious as to who they really are, what it is that best defines them, and what place or situation actually fulfills them.

They play at roles, they play at friendships, they play at responsibilities, they play at sex, and, in the end, they play at everything. There are no absolutes or boundaries.

From one who stands completely outside that arena, I feel somewhat awakened to why so many in acting are thoroughly liberal. They give voice to any role, justify it, and in so doing, toss any stabilizing standards aside.

I'm reminded of Pernell Roberts, or Adam Cartwright on the TV show Bonanza, who detested having to go to work playing the part of one of four brothers, none of whom were married, and each well over the age of marriage, yet still under their father's roof. He wanted released from contract, as I see it, and finally got his wish. What was on his mind day and night as he longed for an escape? Was it equally as complicated?

I must have missed where AIDS was presented by a scene in the movie. I didn't see it, although I did notice that bisexuality appeared to be on everyone's mind.

I'm so glad I never chose acting.