Always liked Mr Poitier and had never watched it.
Man, everyone is smoking in that flick. I mean EVERYONE. Its almost like BT made the movie. The pimps are smoking, the girls are smoking, the cops are smoking, the other stuff seller guys are smoking. They are lighting each others ciggys left and right. There was always someone there to light your ciggy if you had other things on your mind or in your hand.
The meaning of this post is: I no longer that get that feeling that I should join in. For the longest time when I would see someone else smoking (especially on TV as you don`t really see it in public anymore) , it was like a deja vu feeling that I should ALSO have a ciggy in my hand and be puffing away on it. It would just flow over me, an undeniable feeling that I should also have that small smoking piece of paper in my hand. It was`nt so much the nicotine, it was much more about the feeling of the ciggy in the hand, and the hand to mouth ritual, and I guess, fitting in with everyone else.
But it was half way through the movie that I realized I did NOT have that feeling, not even in the least bit. I realized, " I am watching all of this smoking going on and it is NOT affecting me"! I even searched for the feeling, but it was not there! All I could see was the addiction, and feel the pain of watching people do something that was eventually going to kill them, it was like a "lambs being led to slaughter" feeling thing going on. I have no doubt that it probably killed allot of the actors that were in the movie, by now.
Just wanted to share. It happened right about the 7 month mark for me. :?)
Cheers,
Randall
Man, everyone is smoking in that flick. I mean EVERYONE. Its almost like BT made the movie. The pimps are smoking, the girls are smoking, the cops are smoking, the other stuff seller guys are smoking. They are lighting each others ciggys left and right. There was always someone there to light your ciggy if you had other things on your mind or in your hand.
The meaning of this post is: I no longer that get that feeling that I should join in. For the longest time when I would see someone else smoking (especially on TV as you don`t really see it in public anymore) , it was like a deja vu feeling that I should ALSO have a ciggy in my hand and be puffing away on it. It would just flow over me, an undeniable feeling that I should also have that small smoking piece of paper in my hand. It was`nt so much the nicotine, it was much more about the feeling of the ciggy in the hand, and the hand to mouth ritual, and I guess, fitting in with everyone else.
But it was half way through the movie that I realized I did NOT have that feeling, not even in the least bit. I realized, " I am watching all of this smoking going on and it is NOT affecting me"! I even searched for the feeling, but it was not there! All I could see was the addiction, and feel the pain of watching people do something that was eventually going to kill them, it was like a "lambs being led to slaughter" feeling thing going on. I have no doubt that it probably killed allot of the actors that were in the movie, by now.
Just wanted to share. It happened right about the 7 month mark for me. :?)
Cheers,
Randall
