You know those days where every single thing that could possibly go wrong does, and quite spectacularly? You wake up an hour before your alarm and can’t get back to sleep, even though you’ve only been in bed for a grand total of three and a half hours. You go to work hungover and end up having to work about an hour and a half over time when all you want to do is sleep. Plus, the money that gets direct debited out of your account was a lot more than you thought. And you don’t realise it until you are with your friend at the movie checkout and your card declined. Pile on top of that financial problems and family drama and that was my day. Probably shouldn’t have gotten out of bed this morning. But when things get like this, I change into my pyjamas, snuggle under my favourite blanket (Adairs Union Jack throw rug, just in case anyone wanted to know), and turn on the TV.
I know. Shock horror. I’m a writer. I should read, or write to escape reality surely? But no. Reading requires way too much concentration and writing makes me focus on my problems. You know, actually deal with them. So when life takes every single possible wrong turn, I prefer to watch comedies. Or superhero movies. Both for the same reason: everything is resolved in the end. Whether it’s because of the main characters pluck and good heart, or because the bad guys don’t stand a chance against the Avengers Initiative, the problem is always fixed. And for half an hour, or three hours, it’s easy to pretend that that is how the world works. If you work hard enough, or are nice enough, everything falls into place.
I think that’s why I like Ironman so much (not just because Robert Downey Jr. is amazing). Tony Stark is an ordinary man, with an incredible intellect and because of that intellect, he can achieve anything. Now I know what you’re thinking: Tony Stark is richer than God. But take your mind back to 2008, when Tony was kidnapped and forced to work on a missile for a terrorist group. Instead, he made Ironman Mark I, with little more than scrap metal and a haphazard array of electronics. And he did that without his father’s money, or his almost infinite resources. Moments like that in a movie make me feel better. I mean, how often do someone’s God given talents actually help them in real life? Almost never.
Maybe this is just the whining of a struggling uni student. But it feels better to write it all down anyway.