So I sat down to watch Soul last night, and I have to say it was really incredible. I was absolutely delighted at the artistry and the unique depictions of many black characters, as well as how genuine the writing felt. This was a genuine depiction of blackness used to tell a marvelous story. Also, to those who were worried, no, Joe doesn’t spend the whole movie a blue blob. Jamie Foxx plays the best version of himself he’s probably ever done and I loved hearing so many black voices I recognized like Daveed Diggs, Questlove, and more. My only complaint with the film is a deeply personal one, it was actually too relatable.
I suffer from a myriad of mental illnesses, and my biggest fear is death. Not the act of dying, but what happens when we die. Do we go somewhere? Does our existence just stop? I’m fighting a panic attack just writing these words. The finality of existence is the one thing I have never been able to come to terms with, and it’s something that we all face no matter what choices we make while we’re here. I believe in some kind of higher power but organized religion just never worked for me, and my greatest wish in the world is to be immortal, or to have someone from the other side tell me what’s coming. So a movie all about death, and the finality of life, especially one done so well, was honestly deeply uncomfortable for me. I’m glad I watched it but I don’t think I could ever watch it again.