My Film Job

I want to be the Editor of my production company.  I would rather not appear on camera or depend on sparks of creative genius on the spot.  I like getting creative on my own and adding some pizzaz to things, so I think Editor is the job for me.  It would help to have some insight from the others, but I want to be the one to actually do it.  I don't feel fit for any of the other jobs anyway.  I have a way of picturing things in my mind, but they usually don't come out the way I want; however, I am confident that I can make it work with the help of technology since I don't have to physically manifest it.

Conflict

One of my favorite conflicts from a movie is in Forrest Gump.  It's narrated by Forrest as he looks back on his life.  There are many conflicts in his everyday life since he gets looked down on because he's "stupid".  However, he doesn't completely understand the situations he's in and he doesn't see how crude the world is.  The conflicts start from the beginning of the movie when he's talking to people and they look at him funny, but he keeps talking anyway. He also looks back on his life which doubtlessly include conflict.
For example, his grades weren't high enough to go to a regular school, but his mom does what she has to do to get her son in. Later on he gets to go to college for a football team because of his outstanding running skills. Forrest even becomes a soldier during the Vietnamese War and meets Bubba, but he dies in his arms. I could elaborate and go on and on, but I'm sure we've all watched this movie. If you haven't watched it I suggest you do so as soon as possible.

Conflict occurs in everyday life as well. Sometimes we have a bad day with one problem after another.
Such a chain of conflicts can be exhausting or even overwhelming. For example, one time my friend got sick at school and started throwing up, but her school is really far from her house, so she had to wait until the end of the day. She had a hard time getting home because $20 were taken by a train station machine. On top of this she missed one of her busses and got home about half an hour later than usual.  At home her parents were tense and they scolded her for getting home late and assumed she was doing drugs or having sex or something extreme like that. She couldn't even rest much because she had a bunch of AP homework.

This could be used for a film, but I wouldn't use it for mine. If anything, just that concept of a chain of conflict could be incorporated in any film.
It's an effective way to build tension or even lead up to a greater conflict.
I think that the way it's set up in Forrest Gump, the conflicts really get to me, especially in the character's condition. 

My Review on the Elephant Man

My personal opinion on the Elephant Man is that it is a great movie.  I enjoy how it is a dark and thought-provoking film, it made me ask myself moral questions.  I found myself considering each character's point of view and putting myself in their situations.  This helped me understand the movie more because I could see how one thing led to another.  I also found myself feeling very sorry for John Merrick because amongst everyone, he definitely had had a stressful and very hard life.  It would've been easy to just give up, but John Merrick still found reasons to live life and be happy.  If that were me  I wouldn't have made it as far as John Merrick did.  It's such a terrible life to even imagine, no one should have to put up with such abuse.  Another thing that intrigued me is the meaning within the movie.  I'm not religious, but I acknowledge how John Merrick represents Jesus and how our own society has deformed and raped the Earth that was given to us, so pure, by God.  It is a very deep way to depict the effects of the industrial revolution and the ignorance of man kind.  It's disgusting to imagine how cruel, insensitive, and monstrous human beings can be to others just because they don't fit the crappy "normal" standard; it's really unfair.  I have to admit that my favorite thing about the movie is how it's eerie and dark and very symbolic.  That's what really got my attention.

My Name is John Merrick

After what seemed like an eternity I have finally returned to the comfort of the home that my good friend Dr. Fredrick Treves generously gave to me.  I truly wish this be the last time I escape Mr.Bytes' abuse, for the past few weeks were hell all over again. A part of me wishes I had died that cold night in the monkey cage.  I could never thank my dear friends enough for helping me return to London.  My experiences have been unspeakable, but when Dr. Frederick Treves hugged me so sincerely I felt my worries dissolve.  He was kind and caring as always, I wish he didn't blame himself for what happened to me.  He is a great man with such potential and I acknowledge that he might not be able to cure me, but he has certainly done his absolute best in caring for me.  I almost feel in place here, it's an amazing feeling.  I am so relieved to be back... I look forward to finishing my cathedral since it was destroyed by a vulgar crowd.  I only wish others could see me not as an elephant, not as an animal, but rather a man and most importantly a human being.  I very much appreciate those that do, those that have true kindness in their hearts, those who are not swayed so easily by the public notion.  I've grown tired from a long week, so I shall retire for the day.

Welcome to My Nightmare

I've had several reoccurring dreams in which I am completely alone.  The setting is usually in a familiar place or somewhere I'd like to be, but there's always something different than it is in reality (although I don't recognize the differences during the dream. In those dreams I have memories, but no proof that they ever happened.  I get touchy after a while because the feeling is so realistic and overwhelming.  There's nothing except the memories that haunt me. I would consider this a nightmare because the emotions are so raw and immense. It's torturing to be able to imagine a happy life when there is no physical reminisce.  Each dream is slightly different.  Maybe the setting is different, or maybe the memories are different.  Sometimes the only thing I am able to recollect are the grotesque deaths of those I love and it's usually my fault their dead.  In other occasions My dream starts off with someone or something comfortable like walking with a close friend or being with my lone gone family.  Then all of a sudden everything is gone again. The scenes don't exactly terrify me, but I have to admit that the way it all plays out in my mind, that it does make me really uncomfortable for a while.  When I wake up everything is quiet and it just leaves me thinking.

I have to admit my greatest fear is failure.  It always has been.  I was raised in an enviorment in which much was expected of me.  At some point things started falling apart and it became a struggle to keep it together.  I am terrified of not making something out my life since I already failed in so many other areas.

Compassionate Science

I don't believe I have the power to change the world.  I am simply another average person trying to make an average living.  I have high goals and expectations for myself, but even so the results will probably only be average.
I actually do want to work in something that involves medicine or technology.  Not really to help people, or even for the money... all I want is to have a respectable job that's at least a little higher than average.  It's not that I don't want to help people or work for the money, because if I was given the opportunity, I would.  If I had the creativity, I would definitely help people and try to mend this broken home we call Earth.
See, I don't think I can be devoted to something like saving the world.  In order to be compassionate, you must be passionate.  A person has to truly want to do something in order to succeed. It's very admirable to see that there are people that can strive for greatness out there when they could be doing something that's more beneficial to themselves.  Compassion enhances the tools we are given and helps us make something better than for our own good.  It's very challenging to have true compassion because most people are selfish whether they admit it or not.  I know I am. 

The Future

In my opinion, we humans are capable of limitless inventions. Up to today, we have manifested technology and ideas that might have seemed inhuman or even godly to our ancestors just a few centuries or even decades before.  Another century from now the world will have changed immensely, not only in its structure, but also in the way of life of individuals. (Now, in my opinion, there are many obstacles that we see today that obstruct us from discovering infinite truths.  Obstacles such as testing on humans and also the abundance of people that retard our growth wether its because of stupidity or simply just their uselessness to society.  If these obstacles did not exist then we could have been even more advanced as it is and I could give you examples like when Christians delayed the Renaissance period because of their self-destructive beliefs and whatnot.)  Anyway, the future holds things we might not even be able to imagine yet.  Any little event in history could alter the course of the future and the possibilities are endless.

I imagine that we're going to corrupt the Earth unless we do something about that.  We are also going to make advances that facilitate our lives and we are going to depend on them.  I feel like the end of the world as we know it will be brought upon by ourselves if not nature itself.  I mean the sun is a star and eventually it's going to explode, right? There are also things like dormant super volcanoes that destroyed Earth several times before us and they might just destroy everything again. Then there's nuclear warfare, I'm pretty sure America alone has enough to exterminate a whole chunk of Earth.  However, there's good things that could come out of it such as curing diseases and coming in contact with other galaxies.

I like to imagine that one day we will be able to bring the dead back to life or even time travel. I also want to believe that we will create our own genetically perfect humans and build a utopian society where everyone is genius and beautiful and simply perfect. 

One Time I Laughed Really, Really Hard...

Back in the 7th grade I had a cute little hamster, at least he looked cute.  Out of all the hamsters I ever had, this one was the most energetic and the most violent. His name was Joe. One hot summer day, my closest friends and I were gathered in my room eating watermelon and cooling off.  One of my friends, Yanelyn whom was very fond of animals, wandered off to look at Joe.  She asked me if she could hold him, and I told her "Sure, if you can get him out." So she did.  She let him run freely on the floor and he went behind a drawer with hair products sitting on top of it and when she reached behind to get the hamster she accidentally knocked over a bottle of hairspray and it landed on the hamster and she squealed.  When we turned to look she was on the verge of tears and she was just holding Joe and yelling "No! No! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" I went over to see what had happened and I told her it was okay (I was planning to give the hamster away anyway). I was just so amused to see her destroyed over it because she tried to bring it back to life by pressing on its little chest and trying to give it CPR.  After she calmed down, we decided to get rid of the body, but I was uncomfortable leaving in my trash can because I was afraid something nasty might happen, or worse he would come back to life and crawl around my house.  We put it in a sandwich bag, but I didn't want to look at the corpse, so we wrapped it in toilet paper and left it in the bag again. However, to make sure the corpse wouldn't crawl out, we filled the bag with sand.  Then I told her to open the large trash bin outside, but in the end we just left it in the recycling bin.  It was a strange and probably cruel experience, but looking back at it... we always get a kick out of it. Heaven knows what became of Joe.

My Review of Modern Times

In my opinion, Modern Times (1936) was a very successful film for its time since it was a silent film created after sound technology had become popular in the movie industry.  They also included some effects that would have really awed the audience like the workers getting eaten by machines and two-way sound screens at work. The message is conveyed to the audience was that the world was unhappy, and it would also be in the future.  By creating a film comparing both the future and the present, Chaplin was able to show the audience his understanding of reality.  He displayed poverty and the struggles of life at the time.  Not only did he understand his audience, but he was able to appeal to them by giving them a good laugh.  Chaplin also expressed his opinions very boldly in the film.  For example, he showed the boss of the company as a lazy oaf that just bosses the workers around.  The film itself was very nice and I liked laughing throughout it. Overall, I'd say the movie came together quite well and it was also a great tribute to Chaplin's silent character "The Little Tramp". 

My Thoughts on Bullying

I must shamefully admit that I was a bully a long time ago.  I was the new kid in my elementary school and of course I didn't have any friends.  I started talking to this one chubby girl because she was lonely like me, except she was really rude to me. I had asked her if she wanted to be friends and she got mad at me and told me to go away and I had to look for friends elsewhere.  So later on in the year I heard rumors about her and everyone would say really mean things to her.  At the time I thought it was okay since she had been rude to me, so I joined in on the humiliation and it was just funny to everyone.  A few years later in middle school I thought it through and realized she had probably pushed me away because she thought I would hurt her.  It was then clear to me that obviously she had experienced bullying way before I came in and I felt really bad.  Recognizing my mistakes made me a better person because I started keeping my actions on check.

The long-term effects of bullying can vary between self-harm, violence, drug abuse, and even suicide.  Its something that can really ruin a person's life. Some people choose to blame themselves for being the way that they and they lose their self-worth and confidence. They express this by not taking care of themselves, putting themselves down, and hurting themselves.  Others will gradually give in to drug abuse, which will later develop into a dependency and an addiction.  This could lead to major health problems and the effects of the drugs can include being aggressive and even becoming a bully themselves.  Then there are people who lose all hope and purpose for life, they become depressed and everyday becomes a living pain so they decide to let go and commit suicide. On the other hand, the people who bully might find bullying as a temporary way to boost their self-esteem. However the bully will eventually corrupt itself with all the bitterness they've filled up with.

My Favorite Movie

My favorite movie is Breakfast at Tiffany's, a 1961 American romantic comedy film starring Audrey Hepburn and other featured actors of the time.  I love Audrey Hepburn's character, Holly Golightly because she is adorable and funny.  She plays an elegant and eccentric young woman that really appeals to me.  I just love this film because its one of her best works, amongst many. I really like watching it because she her character is so naive and kind of clueless.  It keeps me interested because she captures my attention and wondering what she's going to do next.