Posted: Tuesday, May 1, 2012 7:53:08 AM
People do not typically absorb life’s twists and turns as dramatically as did Rhoda Williams, the principal character of the film “Another Earth”. A sharp young woman, Rhoda pushed through her childhood fixated on the stars and suddenly learned of the presence of a planet that mirrors her own and whose inhabitants are identical to those on earth. Upon discovering her acceptance to MIT’s astrophysics program, she inebriated herself to celebrate and consequently killed a woman and her child in a car accident. After serving a four-year sentence, Rhoda built up the nerve to apologize to the woman’s husband, John Burroughs, but lost it upon meeting him by simply entitling herself to his service. The two grew close in camaraderie and Rhoda came to love John. As she sought to compensate for her costly negligence, she learned of her won ticket to travel to the newlyfound planet.
However profound Rhoda’s passion was for activity beyond earth, the overpowering force of morality expressed in the film came to surface when she settled upon giving her ticket to John. She believed the ticket held the conduit to his reunion with his family on Earth 2. The far-fetched concept of another earth in the movie embodied the boundlessness of prospects for redemption. As deeply rooted were the consequences of Rhoda’s past revelry, the universe drove to imbibe in her the realization of love by presenting her with a replicated planet, a second chance. As much as she wanted to keep her loved one in her life, a rich sense of selflessness saturated Rhoda as she determined that John ought to be wholesomely happy once more.
“Another Earth”, through the symbolism of the universe, spoke quite a bit to me about life
itself. The possibilities of destiny are encased by the walls of infinite, and fate will adamantly and
vigorously push these walls to create opportunities to teach us love. I was empowered by Rhoda’s
experience of redemption; it was necessary for her to find compassion, her unlocked secret to
I had rarely ever cared to plunge into the depths of generating love within myself until I watched
the film. It purely spurred a chain reaction in thought; I was so deeply moved by its silent message that I
suddenly found a surge of hope in attempting to create renewed friendships out of severed
relationships. I had been estranged from a handful of long-lost friends, but through a pertinacious series
of phone-calls, regular meetings, and other endeavors at sorting things through, I colored my life with
certain bonds once more. Life generously extends such opportunities at restoration, but in this case, the
key came in the form of one movie alone.