The first hour of Waking Life just made me mad for one reason or another. It was like having a very long, deep conversation with someone where you feel restrained to *not* vocally disagree with them when you feel like they're spouting utter fucking nonsense. It's like having your grandma get existential on you about humans, what we "mean", if we "mean" and what that all "means". Some of the things I liked, but even as with real people, real writers, it was a sentence or two out of an entire narrative that struck me and made me wish that that was where they stopped.
But they don't stop there. They keep on until it's done, giving me the rest of the story that I didn't necessarily want, but that is necessary if I ever want to get their part of the truth.
Some of the segments literally made me mad. Others I did a lot of eye rolling. A few were honestly touching. And the thing is... had I stopped watching halfway through I never would have had an opinion other than "this is self indulgent intellectual wank". But by watching the whole thing I feel like it came full circle and I needed those people I whole heartedly disagree with in order to prove how much I agree with other, different people.
I don't know. It's hard to explain without talking about it in too much detail. I won't read the reviews of it becuase I know they'll be terrible. If nothing else, it felt like an interesting conversation as a whole. I didn't agree with everything that was said or even the motives of the people saying it, and I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to. Like anything we do, you take from it what makes sense and consider the rest just an interesting ride.
Also, the person you're following through all this kept striking me as my dreamer-stoner friend Chuck from highschool mixed with an equal dose of Starchy. So that was good and strange.