It seems as though when something is unknown then religion sneaks in and tries to explain it. The film Requiem takes place in the 1970s, Germany. A young girl suffers from epilepsy and has been kept at home for years. After getting into a college, she has to hide from her mother that her seizures have not stopped. She starts hearing voices and seeing things. Of course, coming from a very strict religious family she believes that she’s seeing demons. She tries to focus on her school work but its hard for her to manage it. Her father is understanding and wants to give her a chance before she’s pulled out of school. She starts to believe that she can no longer pray. If she tries to touch a crucifix, some demon is holding her back. Suddenly her epilepsy is not her problem. But now she thinks she’s possessed. The voices she could handle, but not being able to pray makes her go for help. Not exactly the help that could actually help but her local priest. He (shockingly) tells her that there’s no such thing as the devil. He is what we make him and is simply a symbol. Over time her condition gets worse. She never leaves her room. She doesn’t shower. She rarely eats. A good friend of hers and her boyfriend realize it. They decide she has to be taken to a hospital. The boyfriend doesn’t want to take her to a loony bin so he brings her home. Unfortunately, he made a mistake. While she’s there, her parents see her horrible state and try to pray with her. She loses it. They believe that her reaction to their prayers really means she is possessed. They call another priest who earlier in the movie told her that this was her struggle in life. That she needs to go through this challenge for God. After this point, she does believe that she must fight. Although, it doesn’t seem like she’s fighting anything but herself.
The film centers on the division between mental illness and supernatural occurrences. The supernatural side is merely because of the mental illness. She confused her epilepsy with demonic possession. The movie is based on a true case. Later on, doctors found out that she might have also had a dissociative disorder as well. This explains the voices and illusions. The film has the viewer question why people try to explain the explainable with something rather unexplainable. Religion itself has no explanation. It makes no sense. It’s based on faith. So why try and explain an already explained situation? Is it for power? Or just for comfort? I’m not sure. SPOILER alert: But whatever the reason is, it resulted in the young woman’s death. She was practically starved to death. The autopsy report says exhaustion. Sadly, if she was taken to a hospital, her life would not have been lost to a false idea. Her angry reaction to prayer could have been because she was so sick of praying to something she didn’t see, for something that could not be fixed. Her family used religion to identify most things and with her disorder they could not identify it. She was angry because it didn’t help her.
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Sunday, May 22, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Am I too tan to be goth?
Lately I've been embracing my goth side. Its more private than public but still. Yeah I wear more black than most people do but thats just because its classic. I'm kinda sick of these 'once preppy' girls acting like because they bought some manic panic and black lipstick they're so goth now. Fuck you, thats lame as hell. Anyway, heres some Christian Death!
Monday, May 9, 2011
This Hatred is Running Deep in My Veins.
I try hard to not think about it but it always come back. I just hate everything. At least during this time period I hate everything and one. It’s more than a bad mood. It’s everything. Everything pisses me off. I notice little things and I can't shake off the feeling. Other people seem capable of not letting the daily annoyances get to them. But for some reason I can't. Even the people I thought I liked annoy me. I'm in a constant state of PMS. Have I not noticed these things before? Or is it just right now? I'm not sure, but all I do know is that solitude is the only solution. Some people fear being alone. They can't stand their own thoughts and have to always be with someone else. I've come to enjoy it though. Yeah, being around people you like is always a plus but sometimes being alone also pays off. I have this issue with trusting people too much and then it gets smashed. I do it every year. Over time I'm learning to not trust people so quickly because people are bastards. You never really know someone. There are hidden parts of everyone that are never revealed. The most difficult part of this time is the lack of trust. I lost a lot of important people in my life and it’s hard to deal with it alone. It’s hard to step forward when you feel confused as to where everyone else went. Then it has me thinking if it was all fake. The relationships and friendships, conversations and love were all fucking fake. Once again, I don't know. The thoughts of this phony life I lived for so many years make me sick to my stomach. Time was wasted and completely lost somewhere in the past. That’s what makes me the angriest. This will go away though. This non stop hate. I’m just being extra angsty in my final years as a teen.
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