the machinist

Believe it or not I did used to enjoy movies. It wasn’t even an effort or a discipline to sit through movies, they were just genuinely good and entertaining. I could randomly pick out a movie, and enjoy it. The machinist was no different.

While most people enjoyed american pyscho or actual slop, I was much more of a fan of christian bale in this. I do like him, he is a good actor and the fact the man became a derelict and dropped so much weight to play this role, it says a lot about himself and his work ethic.

I am not even sure I can even to day this piece together this movie and give a cohesive synopsis, it is a very confusing movie.

I saw a person on X share this image, and it made me think of the Machinist. The parallels between the machinist and myself, are innumerable. Not only is the main character named Trevor, his drive and person himself does actually describe me in better details than I would like to admit.

I think too, this is when I started to look into Dostoyevsky and his writings. And believe me, I was damn near determined to draw some parellels between the Idiot and the movie. But that would require me to actually do some reading and pull myself away from the actual idiot box.

I really didn’t have in mind a purpose to this post, other than to reflect on the Machinist and to share some love about the author Fyodor.

Unlike Christian Bale, Fyodor Dostoevsky was a man of faith. And so in that regard I have give a notch in the belt to the Idiot and not to the Machinist.

Something about the Machinist though and reality is that, he was harboring in himself pain and guilt. He committed a terrible crime, and the poor bastard couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t able to sleep. And believe it or not, it wasn’t a comfortable bed that afforded him any sleep, but a jail cell.

The thing about addicts and those who use drugs and alcohol is that inebriants do comfort and numb. I am not sure psychiatrists are aware or not, but they are not clever, they are not onto anything spectacular or grandiose. No for that it requires God and a bible. Its not a prescription to more drugs, or a degree you hang on the wall.

Well here I am again off on many different tangents and getting off topic, that is my best indication I need to stop writing. Do yourself a favor and don’t go watch the Machinist, instead go pick up a bible, or read some Dostoevsky.