I watch several films repeatedly until my eyes are so weary it’s like seeing through Vaseline. Here’s my list. Don’t get crazy. You have yours. I have mine. Let’s not have a Civil War over films.
Don’t we have enough better reasons to start one already?
Ok, here’s my top ten:
- Roadhouse.
- Next of Kin. (Check it out).
- Gladiator.
- The Godfather Part II.
- Night of the Living Dead (and all its Dead-ish progressions).
- John Wick (except 2 – meh).
- Giant.
- Anything James Bond (except for Pierce Brosnan – too pretty).
- Wall Street.
- Bride of Frankenstein.
Gladiator, an epic film by Ridley Scott, came out in 2000 with a script Russell Crowe tried to rewrite on the fly. He called it ‘underdone’ and ‘half-baked.’
GARBAGE, even!
Characters in the original script were stuffed pasta shells with no cheese; Maximus was a cartoon character solely out for revenge (sometimes that works, but it’s iffy). So, the mission was to give the Roman General some raw heart, brooding pathos, and a kick-ass focus on vengeance.
Mission accomplished.
Critics hated it. But critics hate everything unless the coastal elites find it complex and pretentious enough for middle America to tune out because, you know, if you don’t live on the coasts, you’re a dolt.
Oh, and unless some dude is wearing a wig and heels, then it’s a MASTERPIECE.
The film’s first draft focused on Commodus, a deplorable, ethically broken character. The first rule in screenwriting (mine anyway) is you need to know who the good ‘guy’ is and like him or her. Maximus was indeed likable. Stoic, too.
Also, Russel Crowe is not too bad in gladiator garb if you’re into that sorta thing. I’m sure Gladiator Wars played out in many bedrooms after the movie premiered. Can you imagine Marcus Dadbodius and his pillow sword?
I prefer not to.
Now, besides the bombastic dialogue (again, which Mr. Crowe disdained, although I believed it fit for a military icon of Rome), there were character actions carved into the movie-watching psyche that sprouted the little voices in our heads to further guide us through who Maximus was inside. His depth enhanced his arc – from a revered leader of the Roman army to a slave to, finally, THE GLADIATOR.
EPIC.
What a saga. A comeback story. We love comeback stories. Well, we used to love comeback stories. Now, I’m really not sure. Now I think we love – pull out, come on my back, stories.
Anyway…
Maximus loved his family. They were brutally obliterated by the instruction of the evil Emperor Commodus, who killed his father, Marcus Aurelius, for the privilege.
In a tiny burlap sack, Maximus carried figurines of his slain wife and son- his inspiration to go on. Whenever Maximus opened that damn bag, removed those figures, and kissed them on the head, you just knew conflict was imminent.
He longed to join them in due time; he smoldered over them. And if you haven’t watched Gladiator already (it’s out over two decades, for God’s sake), I’ll happily go ahead and ruin the ending for you – He reunites with his family in the afterlife after saving Rome from the Clintons.
Oh, I’m kidding about the Clintons. Hillary was just an infant at that time.
Now, you may recall before Maximus engaged in battle, whether at the sweeping location of Germania or before entering a coliseum to fight men as hard as statues and even tigers, he bent to the ground, scooped up a hint of dirt, and rubbed it carefully between his hands.
Why?
From a character perspective, such a small action tremendously impacts our overall impression of Maximus. It’s a subtle, ritualistic motion, certainly. However, so powerful because Earth and dirt return us to who we are, who we miss, and forges a connection to the part of our lost selves.
Rolling in your own dirt is a path to rebirth and self-awareness. And I’m not talking about bathing literally here, although I hear mud baths are healthy.
I believe Maximus rubbed dirt in his hands to focus on the present. As a farmer as well as a warrior, he understood the power of focus because FOCUS meant LIFE over DEATH until it was time for him to die.
Sometimes, death is a rebirth, albeit sad. So is the conclusion of the film. But you don’t need to die to be reborn. I mean, you can, but that would be a damn shame.
So, here’s how to stay grounded. Like a gladiator.
- What kind of simple action can you take to rewire your brain to focus on where you stand and not where you stood or will stand tomorrow? For Maximus, it was dirt. For you, it may be deep breathing. For me, it’s music, writing, or listening to the wind through pine trees. Whatever it is, engaging your dirt is an appreciation for even the smallest blessings you possess today.
- Identify your enemies. You have them. Work to cage the demons that cheer for you to bleed out and get a thumbs down from the Emperor. We all have an evil Emperor or entire empire inside us who seeks harm. Go ahead, name them: Complacency, procrastination, tribalism, negative self-talk. You must “WIN THE CROWD” to gain your freedom. Like Maximus the Gladiator did.
- Grow something. Anything. Maximus was a farmer at heart. He loved his land and the fruits and olives that thrived within. To stay grounded, you must grow something. A new skill, a refresh (like fertilizer?). Hell, grow something literally. Gardening can be therapeutic. Growth leads to self-awareness, appreciation of gifts, and overall well-being.
We are all gladiators. That’s why the story resonates. We all fight. The internal battles are the toughest. Gladiators were willing to die not so willing to kill. I say, take your time on the death thing and kill those thoughts and feelings that crush your spirit.
Sadly, to stay grounded, you’ll also need to remove people from your lives who repeatedly test your resolve. I’ve done it. I can’t contact enough friends to play checkers, but that’s my road, my choice, my dirt.
My actions are bearing so much fruit,
Maximus would be proud.
Now it’s your turn to ground yourself like a Gladiator.