So there's this widow lady. She keeps her dead husband's photo on the mantle. She cries for him. So this wise guy alien is like a pinpoint of light in her house, and he's the nosy type.
Not sure but that he crashed his ship. Always wondered how these aliens could be so far advanced in technology yet still crash their ships? Just goes to prove the validity of Murphy's Law works on other planets. Anyhoo, this alien is floating around, wondering about things, so he sees a picture of her husband with a clipping of his hair nearby.
Viola! He gets a bright idea. He takes hair and he plucks out the DNA from it and somehow makes himself a physical body from the DNA.
He is born one day, a fully-grown man looking exactly like her dead husband. Imagine her shock to meet him. She thinks it's hubby come back. Meanwhile he's still trying to learn English so she and he can actually discuss his identity.
She and he end up falling in love even though he's a sneaky alien stealing people's hair clippings.
What I liked about the movie was the way Jeff Bridges played his role. He seemed to know what it would be like to wake up in a new world, with new sensations and new relationships to develop and I do believe he even had difficulty walking.
There was sufficient drama to entertain the audience, as we must always encounter forces within a movie which cause one to flee for your life otherwise the hero would end up under a microscope because he was from outer space, and of course, we assume Earth only belongs properly to Homo Sapian, and therefore if you are different, like able to make a body from a strand of hair, we would of course want to know how you did that when we couldn't do that power, and besides, would god approve? But there was no mention of god in the movie, thank god for that! We really don't see god as having a sense of humor, but I think we always had god all wrong in that regard. There were chase scenes and we all secretly wanted the alien to get away. He does get away, just barely of course, and all the while we are identifying how we ourselves would like to get away from something.
Moral of the story is really about falling in love, with a smidgeon of watch out, curiosity killed the cat. Then again, the child was born with a healing power and so we realize the cat has nine lives.
I was thinking about Mr.Bridges' acting though. This was actually a very spiritual story as I see it, not only because we get to see two people falling in love, with an exceptional child born from that love, but we get to see a person portray having an Earth life for the first time and the total innocence of that advent was appealing. The hero was a unit of awareness only, devoid of belief systems, protocol, roles, rules and political correctness. He's just there. And he doesn't even know what to say about it. He did eventually call home for a ride I think to avoid becoming toasted alien fruit loops.
I thought you were dead she says. I put you under the ground, didn't I? How did you escape from the grave? I'm glad you're back, but please, tell me everything, start from the beginning.
Mr. Alien says “duh....”
It's wonderfully entertaining, as I really couldn't fathom where they were going with the plot. Anything could happen. I did think they would fall in love but wasn't sure as it must be so hard to love a guy who is clearly not what he looks like. You gotta give the lady credit for playing her role well also.
I was comparing a religious state Christians call being reborn to this movie. Reincarnation is believable from my studies, however I'm speaking of a different kind of being reborn which is more like a transformation within a body already existent.
Yea, like being in love. It's very transformational to cause all things to become new. Belief systems do tend to change rapidly when under the influence of Cupid's bow and arrow.
The expansive property of love within mental area is a gradual rebirth. Poets devise words along these lines but we surely don't pay them enough. They shine their flashlights on the pages of human destiny.
There's really nothing I can add to this thought. Love must be experienced and you cannot teach it's meaning to another no matter how they may present their questions to you and with what yearning they pull from their heartstrings.
I could liken the concept of staying in love to what the Eastern religions call Nirvana.
It's a state of blissful awareness and just before blissful awareness arrives, one enters a state of nothingness. A total void to float in a bit. A little disconcerting but doable as the state of nothingness leads to some thingness.
The reason I mention the nothingness state is there's a little known law in operation. “The universe hates a void.” Just like water seeks it's lowest point, spirit will seek the empty vessel.
I'm thinking about how parting is such sweet sorrow now. The woman is more torn up over the parting than the guy, who somehow finds time to kiss goodbye while he's running for his life. You often see this scene in the movies; especially in Westerns; the guy is riding off in the sunset while the lady gazes at his back waving her handkerchief. I don't get it why she didn't jump up on his horse with him, but I have to admit it's good drama.
Oftentimes I think life itself is a movie and we would all like to write our own scripts, but in hindsight we might notice we did write our own scripts, we just forgot we did.
