Movies are more than just pretty pictures. Memories are included whenever reel’s roll, making them mnemonic devices able to awaken the past. I discovered this truth whilst developing Aeon’s Flight. Whenever I cover a film from the good old days the lessons learned between viewings become clear. They became crystal this week while I watched Notting Hill. The last time I saw said film I was in bed with a beautiful woman. It was all butterflies as we followed the story, but that was nearly two years ago and things have changed.

Notting Hill begins with William Thacker drowning in depression. His wife recently left him, his living situation is unpleasant, and his book store is barely staying afloat. One day while working at the latter his life changes when a starlet stumbles in unexpectedly. Actress extraordinaire Anna Scott is lost. Though she is rich and famous her heart is troubled. So when she finds solace with William she doesn’t know what to do. Happiness is hard to come by, and equally uneasy to hold on to.

Pride, arrogance, fear, and doubt frustrate fairytales. Anna and William acquiescing to all of the above almost destroy theirs. True love is no different. We the people who play out these real life romances are infinitely flawed. Nevertheless, what we have is far greater than any scripted affair. Yet, we fail to see this, and furthermore we fail to learn the lessons cinema tries to teach us. After Anna realizes she may have lost William forever she tries everything to win him back, but it is the truth that turns it all around. She is just a girl, standing in front of a boy asking him to love her.

Truer words have never been spoken. Unfortunately we also fail to listen. Either our ego draws a deaf ear or our need for more deters us. However, what good are feelings if they only isolate us? Furthermore, what good is money if all it can buy are distractions? The wisest among us will search for superior depth; the strongest will never let it go; and though the butterflies may fly away verity will settle. All of this I’ve learned and it’s humbling to now know that I am just boy, writing to a girl, telling her I love her.