About a film. And different perceptions of reality.

Sometimes realities are created. From expectations. Maybe through influences. Or simply by expectation and experience. And sometimes we are told about perspectives. But in truth they are realities. One is Elisabeth Sparkle’s in The Substance. The viewer has a completely different reality. Who, quite by chance, heard in October that the film had received an excellent rating. But what are ratings? The viewer’s reality. Maybe.

It could have been very good. And it was. The film. Up to a certain point, it tells of two different realities that intertwine and, after a certain point, also fight each other. People who are trapped in their own realities sometimes tend to fight. It was about another reality that the director maybe didn’t work out so well. Or she did, but it wasn’t visible. What is that reality, the struggle for youth in the face of the fact that we are all going to die? But that’s not what I wanted to write about. It’s not about the existentialism of the film or the question of metaphysics. It’s about dying. What is beautiful for the Japanese. And what has no place in our reality.