I tend to think of action movies as exuberant morality plays in which good triumphs over evil.
Exuberant health is always as such sickness also.
Sydney in the 1960s wasn't the exuberant multicultural metropolis it is today. Out in the city's western reaches days passed in a sun-struck stupor. In the evenings families gathered on their verandas waiting for the 'southerly buster' - the thunderstorm that would break the heat and leave the air cool enough to allow sleep.
I have to struggle to change people's perceptions of me. I grew very frustrated with the perception that I'm this shy retiring inhibited aristocratic creature when I'm absolutely not like that at all. I think I'm much more outgoing and exuberant than my image.
I think in a lot of romantic comedies it ends with a kiss and I feel like in modern day relationships and maybe just my own experience it starts with a kiss and then all sort of falls apart and then comes together. You're texting. You're wondering what's going on. There's no definitions there's no labels.