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‚ÄčNot letting critics put me off a movie was a good thing when I watched Passengers. I really loved it, except for the early part staying too long on just one character. Apparently a lot of people complained about that, so it’s not just me.  Otherwise, it’s one of my favorite movies I’ve seen this year. It’s sweet and romantic, yet still actiony that’s at times terrifying, all the sf colonization stuff is so, so cool, the ship is so awesome that I want to travel on it, and the ethical question at the movie’s center is fascinating. Chris Pratt is moving as Jim, especially while agonizing over whether to remain alone, then still wrestling with a combination of guilt and pure joy for much of the movie. Jennifer Lawrence displays a gamut of emotions, as Aurora endures different but equally brutal decisions. Michael Sheen’s robotic bartender adds enjoyable comic relief, with an accompanying touch of pathos. Lawrence Fishburn? What more need I say? He’s Lawrence Fishburn! As the movie unspooled, it reminded me of the final Futurama finale, which is a real compliment from me. Cautiously watching Passengers turned out to be an unexpected delight…the kind I can only wish happened more often.

Passengers Official Trailer

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This article (and the article it’s about) about the beautiful young actress Jennifer Lawrence is going to depress a lot of people. Along the lines of thinking if she’s been considered fat and not good looking enough, what hope is there for the percentage (nearly the whole world) of people that falls into the category of not beautiful young actress? Or it can be looked at it the opposite way. As in, if even beautiful young actresses can’t meet the standards, there must be something off about those standards.

Actually, I wish there weren’t standards. Anywhere. Ever. They give all of us mental yardsticks we don’t even realize we use everyday. We see zeitgeist perceived unattractive people, get trapped into reluctant conversation, and have to have their beautiful brains rammed into our closed minds before we get it that what’s outside and inside don’t match.

Sometimes the inside outshines the outside.¬† Sometimes the outside starts to look as good as the inside. Next thing we know that person we initially found so unattractive becomes a mentor, a dear friend, a spouse. Sometimes what’s inside is all that actually matters.

Unless you’re a beautiful young actress. And that brings me back to those skewed standards that can remind us to see whatever is beautiful in the world, and not just the stick used to measure specific forms of idealized beauty. A yardstick made of golden filigree would certainly be beautiful, but so is the sunflower we might hold it up to in order to measure the towering flower.