No matter how many alien or monster movies we make, no matter how well the filmi citizens of the world group together (across cultures and races and nations) in the name of humanity to fight the disgusting beasts,…
… if ever a real hostile alien lands on the planet, we would still be grossly unprepared and bewildered and scattered and unorganised.

No matter how well the hero cleans up corruption or mercilessly throws the corrupt officials in jail,…
… the truth is that out here, corruption would remain for decades to come and thrive where it always had.

No matter how much the good guy tries to maintain things right and fair and and open and honest, no matter how well he earns the respect of the filmi public,…
… in reality, his slightest lapses get magnified and his biggest achievements get underplayed.

No matter how adamantly the good cop keeps up after the underworld or spites his crooked superiors to  get his way – and survives intact,…
… in the real world, the bad guys flourish and the good guys vanish into oblivion.

No matter how well-liked and popular a good man is in movies, no matter how he appears not to have any foes in life just because he is good natured,…
… a real such person would find enemies all around him just because of his goodness of heart.

No matter how much we know the movies are not real,…
… we watch them to see good prevailing over evil because the sight gives us hope, inspires us to believe that good things do happen, and also influences us to perform small, unconscious acts of kindness.

Because movies do invoke emotions deeper and real, sentiments that are concealed somewhere unseen within ourselves, beneath a pile of BS.

When the comedian delivers funny dialogs, we laugh and make jokes of our own.
When the hero feels sad, we cry. We find our own miseries reflected in his.
When a Mother showers love on her baby, we remember our Mothers and we remember our children.
When the nasty old man thrashes the little boy, we burn with rage, because we have known or experienced cruelty in life.
When the judge sends the terrorist to jail, we feel a sense of fairness and justice and peace wash over us.
When the hero ignored by his wife goes looking for love elsewhere, we feel his action is justified.
When a child misbehaves to his friend, we cringe because we have once done the same.

And if someone says violence in films does not invoke violence in us, they are kidding themselves.