As good as I am at analyzing books, I’m utterly impotent at analyzing movies. We did Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom at the book club today, and I sucked. . . bottom.
Everybody had great insights. I loved what people were saying. It all made sense. But I saw none of it while I watched. Nothing. I feel like I need a booklet to accompany any movie I see to explain what happened. If I had read the play that the movie is based on, I would have seen all of it. But once it’s on a screen, I go stupid.
I’m being visited by a terrible suspicion. Do some people feel as impotent with books as I do with movies? And that’s why they don’t like to read?