Pleasantville Research Paper

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Who is given the right to declared something is “normal”? Society? Your parents? Friends? Isn’t normality a behavior where it’s comfortable and seemingly correct to oneself? If that were the case, then normal behavior varies from person to person. With that being said, is it still fair to proclaim someone is normal or abnormal? Society is a picky little thing. People tend to group together; it brings a sense of belonging and acceptance. We tend to dislike being different than our surroundings, so some end up being socially influence. As mentioned before, people thrive on the sense of belonging. But what happens when something different or abnormal comes along? Numerous reactions are thrown around. There is a cartoon called Powerpuff Girls. …show more content…

There is no such thing as sadness or worry or having troubles, making the place, literally, black and white. It made plausible sense. Everything was the same, so what would be the point in having …show more content…

It implies the faults people have, the differences. There was an incident where one of the males threw a basketball, but didn’t make it. All of the teammates were shocked, they backed away from the ball as though it were some disease. (Little did they know, that was just the beginning.) When Pleasantville began to get color, most didn’t understand it. The mother, once she gained color, actually hid it. She put makeup on her face so it didn’t seem as though anything was different. This shows that unique individuals can be scared too, they’ll hid away and pretend to be the same as everyone else. Why? They don’t wish to be critiqued for being unusual, abnormal. Sometimes, people are not educated. When they don’t understand something, they may react negatively. Much like the majority of the citizens in Pleasantville. It’s sad, but comprehendible. They have never encountered color before, so they’re wary, feeling threatened. Everyone’s life is black and white. Color is added when you fall or experience love and sorrow. It’s the imperfections that bring out the colors into one’s black and white