We congregate, en mass, to a single locale at a specific time. We sit together in rows of seats, inches away from complete strangers. We, as a single body, watch, listen and ponder. Afterwards, we discuss, debate and philosophize what we just experienced. The movie is, perhaps, the most universal of sermons.
What else can one call a visual performance but a kind of sermon? A sermon serves to tell a story, to offer wisdom on life’s many trials and mysteries. Even the most abstract art-house interpretive dance performance is the expressive culmination of a fellow human being’s personal experiences and emotions.
Likewise, even the biggest flop at the box office only exists because someone was, at one point, inspired to make a film. No matter how ‘bad’ a film is, it’s still the reflection of someone’s innermost workings. What you see on the screen are the things that live inside the minds of others, whether they’re cheesy, bland or downright excruciating.
This kind of creative expression, and sharing such with our fellows, is a large part of what we like to call ‘humanity’. After all, look at the first few definitions of the word: