Last night I was introduced to IMDb’s highest rated movie of all time, The Shawshank Redemption (Darabont:1994), which boasts a score at the dizzying heights of 9.2. I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t impressed. I thought the acting was faultless, and the casting of Morgan Freeman as Red gave the story some serious gravitas through his narration – everyone knows how epic his voice is – and he brought life to the incredible script written for this film. The story itself was interesting. I personally didn’t find it particularly moving, not to the point of shedding a tear anyway, but it was a story about hope, patience and freedom.
That led me to thinking about freedom, and what freedom really means. Of course it means different things to different people, and I realised that this is what I’d seen in Shawshank: the different kinds of freedom.