Pleasantville

Oh the joys of Pleasantville... or are there any? I watched that movie yesterday, my Mom hates it, but I enjoyed it almost as much as I enjoyed annoying my Mom to change the channel to it during the movie Rudy. This movie kind of made me think about how ethnocentric Pleasantville actually was and how not cultured they were. I mean everyone always wants to have the Beave's life, where Mother always makes breakfast and Dad wants to play catch in the front yard, but is it really worth it? Would our lives be anymore enjoyable without the crazy amount of chaos we deal with everyday? I think its nice to have a break once in awhile but I would get SO bored sitting home learning to sew or cook everyday of my life, or find out that the pages in books are empty and there is nothing at the end of Main Street or outside of Pleasantville because the street just loops back around.
The part I liked was seeing how each character became colorful depending on who they were. It took a certain event for a person to conquer before the would break the black and white mold and become what I feel is a normal person, but to them was just coming into color. They began asking questions and thinking outside of they're cookie cutter life. I think it is safe to say that Pleasantville isn't so pleasant after all.