I didn’t really know anything about Dr. Strange when my son and I went to see it in IMAX 3-D the other day.
I’m not into comic books or Marvel, so it was really just to have a good time with Sam. In fact, most of the time I was sitting there thinking, “I wonder when he turns bad?” I thought he was a bad guy. By the end of the movie I was like, “Huh, they must really be playing the long game here. Guess he turns bad in the second one!”
I’ve heard that people have had issues with the movie on a number of fronts, but we enjoyed it. Cumberbatch was great and I loved Tilda Swinton. But, if you’ve seen it…you know who made me cry.
For the unfamiliar (like I was), Dr. Strange is this incredible surgeon whose steady hands have lead to fame and fortune. His hands are his livelihood. So, when he crashes his sports car and destroys both of his hands, it’s all over. His identity is lost, no matter what those around him say. He goes to great lengths to try and repair his hands, all to no avail. Finally, he is told he needs to go see “the Ancient One” who will show him how to harness his spirit/energy to repair his physical body.
Once he starts, part of his training consists of a lot of hand movements to create portals to other dimensions, as well as shields and weapons.
He’s self-conscious of his hands and blames his struggles with these tasks on them because they are in such disrepair. He’s told, though, in no uncertain terms that the issue isn’t with his hands. And to prove her point, the Ancient One asks a gentleman near her to perform the task. He pushes his robe aside to reveal his arms and…
He’s missing one of his hands.
He performs the task perfectly and I start to cry instantly. Not sob, but an immediate welling of the eyes. Why? Over the past couple of years I’ve come to understand the importance of seeing someone who looks like you on the big screen. In this case, the message was powerful, too. Your physical condition does not have to limit you. Dr. Strange reminds me of so many kids and adults I’ve come across. He was more focused on his physical difference than was anyone else around him. It was a process for him to get to that point where he accepted his hands for what they were and realized he was strong regardless.
I’m not sure I’d say that was the main theme of the movie, but it was the one that most resonated with me.
I’m hopeful it will resonate with others, too.
Especially those finding their strength despite their physical difference.
As a guy who only has the use of his left hand due to a stroke, bravo. I can relate fully, I might not have the same thing as you but the end result is similar. I don’t know about your case but in mine it’s a constant battle getting people to stop feeling sorry for you. Not to stop the compassion but the feeling sorry for you, its a big difference. I’m no longer in a wheel chair, I can walk on my own. I can no longer do the labor intensive work anymore but there is lot’s to do! I didn’t see the movie yet but I’m going to thanks to you’re suggestion (with a new attitude). Thank you!
Dang it. Now I have to find an excuse to see this movie 😉