Number 12 looks just like you...
I was watching the Twilight Zone marathon,I ended on this one. Number 12 Looks Just Like You was about an 18 year old girl who had to go through a "transformation" and everyone in the whole world goes through it because it's standard. So this young woman named Marilyn is at the model salon with her mother talking about which "pattern" she wants, but Marilyn doesn't want to change, she thinks that she's plain but doesn't think it's necessary to go through the transformation. Naturally the mother is very concerned about this and takes her to speak to the surgeon who tests her, her results indicate that she's very intelligent and they can't force her to change but they want to find the root of the problem and fix it.
Marilyn is then sent to a shrink of sorts whose name sounds a lot like Sigmund Freud and he has her committed! The whole time Marilyn is talking about things her father taught her, about Shakespeare, Keats, Shelley, Plato, and Socrates, all the great writers who are apparently banned in guess what year? 2000. Marilyn's (and her father's) points were that without plain or ugly things you can't say something is beautiful because then what are you comparing it to? Sig tries convincing Marilyn that the transformation makes you healthier and makes everyone equal.
While Marilyn is committed to a room her mother and her friend Val come to visit her and Val is very cold about the whole father circumstance and that's when Marilyn reaches the conclusion that the transformation makes people not fully understand complex or negative emotions, that they are always happy. Naturally Marilyn is very distressed about the entire situation and feels forced to do something she doesn't want to do. In the end it seems as though Marilyn is trying to escape but accidently winds up in the transformation room and it's just like the Stepford wives. About a week later Marilyn comes out of recovery and meets her mother and Val, and she says how happy she is and how wonderful everything is and best of all she looks just like Val!
In Rod's opening he says the time is let's say 2000, and in the conclusion he talks about plastic surgery and cosmetics. Isn't it very strange how prophetic it all is? The world is a lot like that, everyone should fit an ideal, be like somebody else and stop thinking so much. I've been breezing through Wicked, and I have a hard time putting it down. I adore Elphaba, and I hate knowing the end in this case because of the mysterious middle story and that because she's my favorite character so far it seems unfair that things come out the way they do for her.
Marilyn is then sent to a shrink of sorts whose name sounds a lot like Sigmund Freud and he has her committed! The whole time Marilyn is talking about things her father taught her, about Shakespeare, Keats, Shelley, Plato, and Socrates, all the great writers who are apparently banned in guess what year? 2000. Marilyn's (and her father's) points were that without plain or ugly things you can't say something is beautiful because then what are you comparing it to? Sig tries convincing Marilyn that the transformation makes you healthier and makes everyone equal.
While Marilyn is committed to a room her mother and her friend Val come to visit her and Val is very cold about the whole father circumstance and that's when Marilyn reaches the conclusion that the transformation makes people not fully understand complex or negative emotions, that they are always happy. Naturally Marilyn is very distressed about the entire situation and feels forced to do something she doesn't want to do. In the end it seems as though Marilyn is trying to escape but accidently winds up in the transformation room and it's just like the Stepford wives. About a week later Marilyn comes out of recovery and meets her mother and Val, and she says how happy she is and how wonderful everything is and best of all she looks just like Val!
In Rod's opening he says the time is let's say 2000, and in the conclusion he talks about plastic surgery and cosmetics. Isn't it very strange how prophetic it all is? The world is a lot like that, everyone should fit an ideal, be like somebody else and stop thinking so much. I've been breezing through Wicked, and I have a hard time putting it down. I adore Elphaba, and I hate knowing the end in this case because of the mysterious middle story and that because she's my favorite character so far it seems unfair that things come out the way they do for her.