Real actors are emotionally vulnerable enough to endear (or infuriate) us, and we feel close to them.
If you’ve seen enough Tom Hanks movies, Forrest Gump, You’ve Got Mail, The Terminal, he’s Woody in Toy Story, he’s your friend. Cast Away was on a couple of nights ago, and I felt like I was on a remote Pacific Island surviving off the land with him. (It was filmed in Monuriki, Fiji; I worked in Guam and Palau, got gouged by coral, etc.) When I woke up Monday, I kept wondering how he was doing.
When Captain Phillips was in the theater, I tried to see it; but the opening part in Somalia was so much like Turkana, Kenya, where I worked, I felt I was there; and when the pirates started hurting each other, I couldn’t stand it, and could not watch them go get Tom Hanks, so left. I hate movies that depict Africans as violent; as in my 2-3-years experience working there, they were loving.
The AMC theater let me switch and go see ‘Gravity’ down the hallway, which I liked….but within a half hour, I started wondering with intense curiosity what happened to him.
I still am.