Why I am not often invited to the cinema

I cried most of the way through the Susan Boyle clip.

I don't understand the reaction to scenarios such as her's. Let me begin by saying that I think she has a lovely voice and I am thrilled that she has garnered recognition for her talent as she seems to have desired. My issue is not about the end, but the means.

I watched in horror as the crowd shifted from an angry mob to an admiring fandom. Reminds me of Eddie Murphy's bit about folks seeing him and shouting the "N" word and other nastiness, only to then recognize him and begin shouting "Eddie!" as if they were long lost friends.

The trend to showcase the mistreatment of a character for an hour an a half, only to offer them redemption and a dance scene in the last three minutes, is an absurdity and promotes the indifference and injustices that go on daily.

It is a formula that has been very profitable of late. Little Miss Sunshine, Napoleon Dynamite, et al, may be entertaining tales of the underdog coming through in the end and provide an uplifting jolt of self esteem to the masses. But, all I see is pain and a few moments of relief that allow others to rationalize their behavior and inaction.