Sometimes i suspect that i view the world as we all know with a bizarre kaleidoscope. And as you, a kaleidoscope produces a dazzling myriad of patterns in colours that changes with such tenacity that it numbs the mind of the beholder. Remember the Bvlgari commercial that aired some time back? It was not unlike that advertisement. The audience sits, enthralled by the random and somewhat erratic changes which oddly come across to me as being in order. Chaos theory anyone?
If you were to picture a busy street filled with pedestrians walking, sauntering, strolling, swaggering etc in all kinds of directions, how will you visualise their facial expressions? Is it a happy one that smacks of obvious elation? A bothered one, with furrowed facial lines and all? Or an expressionless one, which produces a classic deadpan haunting look? Chances are that all may be possible.
Yet, So what if there's a wide or even infinite spectrum/continuum/range of possible facial expressions? All that's seen remains a mask...
Yes. A mask that's well alive, made of flesh with warm blood coursing all over. We are all puppeteers at work. Some of us are flawless and obviously at the top of their game. Yet others seem to be floundering with the barest of efforts invested. Otherwise, none as "bad acting". Now, is that true? Could it be possible that he meant it all as a cover so as to allow him to pursue his true goals incognito? It's a scary thought isn't it? To quote thou as a fool only to know in the end that we were taken for a ride all along... So those people may well be the greatest puppeteers even though they aren't critically acclaimed.
My belief that everyone dons a mask is buttressed rigidly without a doubt. We are in a large and neverending masquerade. However, however... There is hope. One day, we may suddenly dislodge our masks and engage in a spontaneous dance in the anecdotal busy street.
Bah... I might have be deluded by the scenes in Perhaps Love, a Peter Ho film...
Whatever...
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