Summary: I remember day-dreaming in a boring lecture at theological college one day, when the lecturer stopped and asked, ’Mr John, will you tell me why you keep looking at your watch?’ I had to think quickly. ’Yes, sir,’ I said. ’I was concerned that you might no
Director: Robert Zemeckis
Starring: Tom Hanks, Helen Hunt
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I remember day-dreaming in a boring lecture at theological college one day, when the lecturer stopped and asked, ’Mr John, will you tell me why you keep looking at your watch?’ I had to think quickly. ’Yes, sir,’ I said. ’I was concerned that you might not have time to finish your interesting lecture.’
Someone who perhaps paid a little more attention in their classes, Albert Einstein, once said, ’When a man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a minute. But let him sit on a hot stove for a minute and it’s longer than any hour. That’s relativity.’ Time plays a significant role in our lives, and we can’t ever seem to shake it off.
In Cast Away, Tom Hanks plays Chuck Noland, a manic Federal Express trouble-shooter who travels the world at a moment’s notice. Both his professional and personal life are ruled by the clock, and the words, ’time’, ’watch’ and ’pager’ are spoken of twenty-four times in the first fifteen minutes. Early in the film, Noland, a man seemingly in control of everything, gives a speech on the theme of time to a group of Russian Federal Express employees.
Clip One: The Speaking Clock
A boy runs over a bridge, clutching a parcel with Federal Express labels on it. It’s snowy and cold. He keeps running. We cut to the scene inside what looks like a warehouse, where Chuck Noland is lecturing Russian Federal Express employees on the virtues of timekeeping. It’s all a battle against the relentless march of time, he argues passionately. Clocks tick away as his visual aid to people of another country, another culture, for whom this idea seems a little foreign. A Russian translator keeps up with his increasingly frenetic exhortations to ’keep time’.
Suddenly, he notices that the boy with the parcel is before him, panting. He grabs it, and opens it. ’What could it be?’ he asks, patronisingly. His tone prompts sarcasm from the translator, who says something he can’t understand.
Pulling out the contents, it’s . . . another clock, a stopwatch, in fact, that he sent to himself by Federal Express and which he started the moment he left Memphis for Russia. It has taken eighty-seven hours, twenty-two minutes and seventeen seconds for the package to arrive.
Too long! It’s just not good enough!
What if the parcel had been something really important?
Noland then turns to the job in hand: the Russians have a pile of packages that must be gathered and loaded onto a truck in under fifteen minutes to be sent to the airport. ’It’s crunch time,’ he declares. ’Let’s go!’
If Only there was Enough Time
I’m sure you’d agree that the pace of life is hectic. We talk of the ’peak’ or ’rush’ hour. We are always telling our children to ’hurry up, get a move on!’ It is because our days are too full and because they move too fast that we never seem to catch up with ourselves. Our work and the demands upon us seem to expand to fit all the time that we have. Time is increasingly in short supply. And we spend a good deal of our time complaining about it.