When I was fifteen , I visit Terry Gilliam ’s movie Brazil for the first time . It broke my heart and my brainpower . Especially during the pipe dream sequence when Sam Lowry flies through the cloud , his extension a glorious steampunk fangle , and suddenly skyscrapers recrudesce out of the Earth , sucking him and the woman he loves into a horrific dystopia . At that fourth dimension , I had never experienced government agency drudgery or state oppressiveness or even a duct system that did n’t work utterly — and yet I identify with the film ’s political subject matter .
I had been to gamey school , after all . I had sustained myself on grand fantasies , and know what it felt like when mean - spirited authorization figures snatched them away “ for my own good . ” But until I watched Brazil , I do n’t opine I had ever think over the estimation of mellow schooltime biography writ large , as it were , until it fill up up the entire earth and became a political and economic organization . Something about the cartoonish nightmare of Gilliam ’s film drove home to me that there were far great injustices than P.E. grade and getting ground for not make direct As on my latest report card .
Watching Brazil taught me that politics can hurt in the same fashion that being a stripling can — only in a style that is far more permanent and complete . It alter my perspective forever , and I think it meaningfully contributed to making me more of an adult .
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