Ben Hur (the original film) was famous for many things, not least of all the director’s car finding its way into one of the chariot scenes.
There are people out there who spend hours of their lives scrutinising movies in the hope of spotting some minor error to make websites and TV shows about them. My kids are pretty good at doing this, they can spot things moving around from scene to scene. Last week somebody called Hugh Jackman by his own name in a movie and they heard it.
Somebody had a full time job on each movie and show to ensure continuity is observed, be it in relation to period pieces or clothing or whatever. Invariably there are going to be things that are missed, like jets flying over ancient Troy or cars suddenly repairing themselves like a Stephen King story.
This feature that is essential in the presentation of a story to an ever increasingly observant and picky audience is the very thing that drives us crazy in real life.
We speak of Monday morning in ‘Groundhog day’ terms, we look to the weekend to provide some degree of distraction from this daily monotony. The problem with this type of thinking is that it consigns a large chunk of our lives into the category of useless.
Nobody ever expected employment to be the source of their fulfilment and life satisfaction until very recently in the history of mankind. I spent too many years of my life looking for fulfilment from my employer, that was not part of the contract which I signed and I don’t suppose it is part of yours either. We contract to fulfil x&y in return for a stated salary and that is really it as far as what we are owed.
I think that I have finally accepted this state of affairs after 26 years of employment.
The consumerist capitalist democracies function only as each of us continue to fulfil our part in the circuitous chain of work, buy and sell.
The problem is of course that we like it, no matter how much we may bitch about it, we like having the freedom to own, drive and holiday as we can afford. Who among us would rather have a dictatorship or a communist set up, or live under feudalism and poverty?
Would we exchange what we have for subsistence farming or fishing, would we trade places with the war ravaged of the middle east out of principle?
None of this was on my mind as I began writing, what was on my mind was the disruption of continuity.
One simple action threw a rock into the pool of our weekend and the ripples lapped on to the shores of all our little family unit.
After dinner on Saturday we headed out for a walk and I forgot to take my medication. This simple oversight made for a very disrupted Sunday.
Breakfast was fractious, we all niggled because I set the tone of the morning. I was cloudy at church and dozy all afternoon. It was dinner time before things returned to normality.
Some breaks in continuity are essential, like holidays and weekends to keep us fresh.
But others just cause unnecessary disruption.