never between us, always in the middle

there are a lot of period set movies in hollywood, dealing with 2 decades that seem so unreal and yet are just as simply part of history. 1935-1955. i dont know that those 20 years have a specific title, such as The Roaring Twenties or The Great Depression. so many movies are made in that 2 decade period, that made lots of money and were pretty big deals, L.A. Confidential, Public Enemies, The Black Dahlia to name a few.

the times where volatile then. the country was really coming into its own. it was budding and burning simultaneously. the criminals were insidious and vicious. the cops were militant and violent. the people were overly drugged/medicated and vehemently opposed to realism.

the general populace had a veil over their eyes. a veil that they wanted. they wanted to believe in perfect world where the cops were always right and the bad guys were always black or mexican. even the simplest of downtrodden had stars in their eyes. everyone wanted to be a movie star. so, i suppose, not much has changed.

everything was simpler and easier. everything from crime to drinking to renting hookers to buying a house. there was nothing that couldnt be got and easily. is that the romantic part of that 20 years? no. the romance was in the darkness. the romance was in the love of the times and being able to look back at them and how primitive they were. there were no cellular phones. there were barely any phones in peoples houses. there was no such thing as Touch Tone. tvs were still mostly black and white and only the uber rich could afford something in color. Talkies were becoming every boy and girls dreams. soon after that, those dreams were replaced by becoming astronauts.

i miss the purity of an era that i never experienced first hand. i think this is a bit of a common thing, this urge to return to a time before now. everything seems so much better in the past. it was most likely never was. its more likely that things were quite worse then, especially if we could go back and see them first hand without our delightful creature comforts. i know i would miss my phone, good air conditioning, the internet, shaved pussies.

oh, the simplicities of the past reflected upon now in the future only make it to seem less or more than x, depending upon circumstance.

i had too much to think today. i should sleep, but instead im going to work.