Big Fish

“Do you love your father?”  𖦹 . ⊹ 🌻 🎪 .ᐟ *“Everyone loves my father. He’s a very likeable guy”  “Do you love him?”*  Big Fish isn’t really about fantasy, at least not in the way it first appears to be. Beneath this vast, whimsical world the film shows (fantasy or not), lies something *far more *important and difficult: the struggle to truly see the world through someone else’s eyes. And this film captures that tension better than anything.  Maybe that’s why the film connected so deeply with me. **We live in a world that never pauses. Everything moves forward relentlessly* and everyone around us seems to grow more detached from another. Sometimes I even feel like we’re regressing, watching people speak so loudly* while knowing so little**. I’m cranky, I’m frustrated, I’m exhausted by the constant noise, by the feeling that no one is really paying attention anymore. Lately, it’s been hard not to lose hope when I see what is happening in my country. Understanding the inner life of someone you’ve known your whole life, or even half of it, is far more complicated than understanding your own. Maybe we don’t even try hard enough, because it’s easier to reduce people to what they show us on the surface. The tip of the iceberg so to speak. 𓂃 . ❄️ “The thing about icebergs is you only see 10%, the other 90% is below the water where you can’t see it and that’s… what it is with you, dad I’m only seeing this little bit that sticks above the water. Dad, I have no idea who you are, you never told me a single fact.” You don’t have to know everything about someone to feel for or with them. That’s what this movie understands so well. We spend so much time trying to separate truth from fiction, when sometimes the story itself is the truth, just told differently. We will never understand a person completely. Maybe that’s the point. Maybe love isn’t about fully knowing someone, but about choosing to believe them, to accept them, even when they remain unknowable. We do not need every fact or truth to love someone properly. Sometimes, understanding doesn’t comes from accuracy, but from acceptance, from choosing to see meaning in the stories people tell about themselves. You can collect facts about a person, recall their habits, their history and their words. But that doesn’t mean you’ve understood them. Real understanding is something deeper, less precise. It lives in empathy, in imagination, in the willingness to meet someone where they are, even if that place is built on stories you can’t truly grasp. Big Fish doesn’t demand to fully decode and understand another person. Instead, it asks something simpler and, maybe, more honest: to feel for them anyway. This made me think of my grandparents. They would’ve had their anniversary this week. I miss them. </3 .ᐟ🍀 ೀ watching my moots’ Top 4 𓂃 . ୨𝑒 🦷 ⸝⸝ Tim Burton Ranked