All I could think about while watching "The Great Train Robbery" (1903) and "A Trip to the Moon" (1902) was that all those people, silently acting and basically looking like a bunch of doofs, were dead.
They once lived, and, at the time, thought they were doing something so fun and so innovative. They had a spark of life and it was captured for the 15 or so minutes each film runs. Their energy is immortal.
But it's gone now in a physical sense. Plus, those people never (probably) got to enjoy the Internet, fantasy football, the Fleet Foxes, Netflix, "The Office," light rail, lap-band surgery and other luxuries that seem just about impossible to live without.
That's what I thought about for 30 minutes the other night.
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