Escapism, Reality, the Power of Stories, and Brigsby Bear

Graphic: author’s own, made with Canva — and it’s adorkable, if I do say so myself (…also, when I was making the graphic I somehow wrote ‘realism’ instead of reality but *shrugs* same diff I suppose! 😅)

Films, books, media, stories.

They’re how we talk, communicate, connect with each other, with the world around us, and how we understand ourselves.

At least, that’s true for me, maybe it’s not for you.

Or maybe you just think it’s not the way it is for you 😉

There’s an amazing, adorable, and, in places, heart-breaking, film called Brigsby Bear.

I love it.

It’s one of those films which rips your heart out, hands it to you, and then is like ‘look! This is what your heart looks like! Look at all the blood and gunk and stuff!’ (Metaphorically, of course.)

It’s hard to talk about Brigsby Bear without either a) getting spoiler-y, or b) descending into fangirling to such an extent that all I’m doing is making a series of inarticulate noises.

It comes down to this:

Brigsby Bear is about a 25-year-old man who’s obsessed with a retro kids TV show called Brigsby Bear (funnily enough.)

Anything I could tell you beyond that would either be spoilers or just not do…