Sounds like paradise, doesn’t it?
When you hear the title “Open Water”, either the image is one of relaxation, tranquility, and nature or terror: it’s the fear of the openness, endlessness, and getting lost. Well, more to the point I mean being eaten by sharks or drowning.
I had an entire catalog of movies to choose from. I’ve been watching movies, picking from among this list for a while. It is hard to say which title came to my mind first though. I’ve been going through title after title for the last few days, whenever I have a spare moment.
Of course, these are all MP3s, I think it is. They are all audio tracks only, describing the movies because I can’t see and miss a lot of the visual details, but a database like this allows me to watch any movie I feel like, even action (which isn’t my favourite genre, but which has a time and place) and I can watch all the movies I never got to see before.
Shakespeare said “What’s in a name?” I like a good one, that’s for sure. There’s nothing quite as satisfying.
I love a perfectly selected and given title for a story, in this case for a movie. Or a blog post.
But this week’s prompt is asking for a movie title.
This movie is one I saw in the theatre, probably ten years ago now, when it came out. I heard the title and immediately I was hooked.
I both love and fear the ocean and this title was to-the-point, direct.
Many people may not have seen it because it didn’t draw the same crowds as, oh say “JAWS”, but it’s just as frightening, in my opinion.
It was a more independent film, and filmed more like a documentary, which makes it feel even more real. It’s based on true events, which makes me shiver a little every time I think of it. It’s my worst nightmare, to be left out in the middle of the ocean, with nothing but miles and miles of open and empty water everywhere.
I also think the image is haunting, as in it has haunted me, ever since I knew what the sea was, and certainly ever since seeing this film.
I just don’t go out there. I can’t see and so the thought of going diving is not an appealing thought, in actuality. In theory it sounds just great. All the colourful fish you could discover out there. So meditative. The part of me that has always dreamed of becoming a marine biologist thinks it sounds like home, or like heaven.
I don’t think I would like it in reality. I would be afraid of being mistakenly left behind out there. In all that open water it’s impossible to know how to get back, how far out you might be, and with no sign of land there’s really little to be done at that point.
I’m combining Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday with Just Jot It January, once again this week: