Rainbow Time

January 24, 2017

The family is the most atomic representation of existing and coexisting in a society. It resembles the balance of freedom and boundless action with the constraints of duty and obligation to others who help ameliorate one’s being. Obviously, this is not true universally; there is the unfortunate matter that a plurality of individuals grows as broken and sickly green shoots out of noxious gardens, with family soils that poison rather than nourish. Such then is the relentless obligation of compassion for humanity, so that the possibility of all humans can be raised with a true sense of love in order to be fully developed.


A broken home is not what is at center in Rainbow Time; rather, it is the idiosyncratic kinship between a brother and his mentally slow and quick-to-the-social-draw brother. We in a general sense do not get the impression of a loathing from the normally conditioned brother to the constant maintenance and upkeep toward ensuring his more challenged brother at being well-adjusted continues to survive while avoiding the hardships that can easily demolish his life. Indeed, there is a genuine acceptance of the reality of the well-adjusted brother; where others could easily be spiteful of such obligation, by looking at others who have an easier life, he sees it as simply part of his makeup. He, perhaps, knows no other way of living, and because there was no severe anguish, perhaps never needed to look at greener grass. The presentation of his brother to his serious girlfriend is done so matter-of-factly, for instance; with a take-it-or-leave-it attitude; which only buttresses the serious devotion he has toward someone who is for all intents and purposes mentally challenged.


The fact this love leads to rocky pavement with his girlfriend only serves to show the meaningfulness of persevering through suffering in life; how poetic it can be demonstrated in the most scrupulous of film productions, with the most derivative of Duplass Brother cinematic craft; that the challenge of loving something imperfect has its own reward, something certainly irredeemable by any material and worldly means; it is almost an act of gratitude in itself, and act of worship of a highness. Contrast this to eager eugenicists which would and have advocated such human beings ought to be terminated before being brought to birth, or even incarcerated and segregated from the population. Such social engineering outright repudiates the spirituality natural and indeed necessary to mankind; it is not a mark of progress but a mark of backwardness to discard this element of humanity, which is necessarily nurtured when given non-ideal conditions for loving and thereby loving life.


There is a tragic self-acceptance by the mentally challenged brother that he will die alone, uncared for by anybody and especially his family because of the burden he has wrought upon them. That he only survives because of the life of his father who provides a roof over his head and daily meals. The fact his brother may not have the means to support him when that time comes does not mean he doesn’t have the desire to. Then again, a genuine desire would lead to a life committed to ensuring that safekeeping. Such is the tortured tightrope balance of living freely yet also interdependent on others in society.


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