Typically I have always found myself aspiring to be happy rather than wealthy so when Lucy, one of the Manhattan girls, announced “I want to be rich when I’m older… I like to be rich” I was deeply taken aback that such a young child would say something like this. This sequence particularly resonated with me as during my encounter with children living in the Indian slums I saw how though these kids may not have had much, they were all so blissful and excited which made me dejected to think that children in first world countries as mine, were so caught up in the ideologies of which money brings from such a young age that they were not as happy. Additionally, as my intention for traveling to such a contrasting country was for an escape from home as well as wanting to help a small community I couldn’t help myself thinking how we are the ones who need help after all and that as a society we have much to learn from the attitudes of the misfortunate. Further I was unsettled as to why first world countries like ours suffer from mental illnesses not nearly remotely as prevalent in places like India. Embellished by the directors efforts, of mise-en-scene and low camera angles I aligned with the invited reading, ultimately seeing Lucy as a privileged, sheltered and naïve
Typically I have always found myself aspiring to be happy rather than wealthy so when Lucy, one of the Manhattan girls, announced “I want to be rich when I’m older… I like to be rich” I was deeply taken aback that such a young child would say something like this. This sequence particularly resonated with me as during my encounter with children living in the Indian slums I saw how though these kids may not have had much, they were all so blissful and excited which made me dejected to think that children in first world countries as mine, were so caught up in the ideologies of which money brings from such a young age that they were not as happy. Additionally, as my intention for traveling to such a contrasting country was for an escape from home as well as wanting to help a small community I couldn’t help myself thinking how we are the ones who need help after all and that as a society we have much to learn from the attitudes of the misfortunate. Further I was unsettled as to why first world countries like ours suffer from mental illnesses not nearly remotely as prevalent in places like India. Embellished by the directors efforts, of mise-en-scene and low camera angles I aligned with the invited reading, ultimately seeing Lucy as a privileged, sheltered and naïve