When I’m really depressed I don’t want to watch films or listen to music. There’s too much life force within songs and visual stories-life force that, when I’m depressed, I find un-relatable. Vibrant life experience feels like an insult-insult to injury, in fact.
Somehow though, I can always muster up the ability to open a book. I read with the emotional equivalent of having one eye closed until I know the story contains notes of alienation. Then I crawl inside it and receive deliverance.
So I want to share a joyous encounter with a film that shone a light through my thickest torpor.
It’s called Heaven is a Traffic Jam on the 405. And incidentally it just won an Oscar.
I’ve linked to it on the resources page: Please, please watch it.
If the life of the protagonist doesn’t stir up some blunted feelings, you can write me an angry email for wasting your time.