The gladly dancing plastic bag



This is my favourite scene in American Beauty (Sam Mendes, 1999). The gladly dancing plastic bag; it’s beautiful and romantic in a strange way.

I used to spent the weekend with my significant other on one of the rooftop in Jakarta, just chillin’ and chit-chatting. On a warm afternoon, around the magic-hour, there was this little plastic bag showed up, and started to dance with the wind. We stopped the conversation and watch this nature-made mini recital in front of us. It lasted for almost five minutes. Without a doubt, that was one of the most romantic thing that ever happened to me. That was my ‘American Beauty’ moment.

“It was one of those days, when it’s a minute away from snowing, and there’s this electricity in the air. You can almost hear it, right? And this bag was just dancing with me, like a little kid begging me to play with it, for fifteen minutes.

That’s the day I realized there was this entire life behind things, and this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video’s a poor excuse, I know, but it helps me remember. I need to remember.

Sometimes there is so much… beauty… in the world, I feel like I can’t take it, and my heart is just going to cave in.”