In “the business” we have a word; Verisimilitude. Suspension of disbelief. It is the thought that well-executed films tap into our consciousness so well, that while watching it, two things happen:
1.) The universe as you know it, beyond the universe portrayed in the film, ceases to exist. Your depression, the faulty education system, homelessness, war, pollution, the asteroid belt, etc. is forgotten.
2.) The story in the film is told, shot, edited, and acted so well, that no matter what happens, we believe, if only for a moment, it to be true.
You know you are watching a bad film when you thinking about that bill due on friday, or about how you know that Shia LeBouf isn’t really cowering in a doorway while watching real robots fight a real intergalactic battle on our planet.
I just wanted to throw this out there. I just watched Inglorious Basterds and 99 minutes flew by. My attention totally captured. Only this film existed. Hitler died in a fire at a french movie theatre. That’s how it happened. I looked at the clock afterwards and thought “fuck, I should have been doing my paper”, but I didn’t regret it for one second because for 99 minutes I was in a state of complete, glorious, verisimilitude. And that is why I fuckin’ love movies.