NYT published this article a little while ago and I've been marveling ever since at how easy it would be for me to be the Neale Donald Walsch in a similar scenario. I wonder about this Candy Chand - how can she never have had the experience of telling a story as if she were there, only to discover she was not? I thought that was part of being a kid, reminiscing about the circumstances surrounding a snapshot only to be shouted down by siblings reminding you it was taken before you were born.
Waltz with Bashir (trailer here) reminded me of the psychological research supporting the normalcy of that phenomenon. When Ari talks to his psychologist friend, he is told about a study in which people are shown snapshots with their images photoshopped in; an overwhelming percentage of them are able to recount detailed "memories" of experiences that never happened.
It came full circle for me when I saw Vicky Cristina Barcelona yesterday and recognized a very familiar scene - nighttime, people sitting outside in a circle around a guitarist, enjoying the warm Spanish evening. It was beautiful, and I had seen it before - in Hable con Ella - here.
I wonder if Woody considers it an homage, or if he even realized the similarity. I wonder if the image just filtered into his head and he never questioned its origin.
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weren't we discussing the other week the plagiarism case where the guy was sure something he had read had actually happened to him? i think we are truly weak-minded beings.
ReplyDeleteYeah, that was the first article I linked... at least I hope it was!
ReplyDeleteI am so worried about this with my screenplays: Dreaming up something hilarious and fantastic only to realize it was on an episode of Golden Girls I viewed at 1:00 a.m. on Lifetime. I feel like everything I say has been lifted from somewhere and I'm just not consciously aware of it.
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