When people first showed me this recent Charlie Hebdo cartoon, I didn’t understand it. And not because of the text, I get the text. It’s the picture that I don’t get unless somebody explains it to me.
When people finally told me that the holes the champagne is gushing from are supposed to stand for bullet holes, sending the message that you can’t kill the French joie de vivre, I could appreciate this great cartoon.
This is why I don’t enjoy, let alone analyze, movies. I don’t process images at all. I watch a lot of television, especially when I work, but the process of watching involves very little actual watching. I barely look at the screen because it rarely communicates useful information to me.



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