It was the worst movie I had ever watched. Not because it was poorly made but because it was so ghastly. I usually don’t watch horror movies. I grew up in a strict household with very rigorous rules, but this one I couldn’t turn away from. We were at my grandmother’s house for Christmas and my siblings and I had some extra time on our hands. My grandmother always had HBO which was great because I could watch movies here that I couldn’t at home. At first we were watching The Blind Side but when that ended Orphan came on. Orphan is about two parents, Kate and John who decided to adopt a child after Kate had a miscarriage. Kate suspects that the child they adopted may not be the child they thought she was. From the beginning of the movie it had a foreboding atmosphere. You knew everything was going to go bad but you didn’t know when. Watching that little girl get away with all of her despicable acts throughout the movie was painful and I’m not sure why I was watching it. It had an allure to it that couldn’t be explained. It was about that time of the movie. The girl turned against the family and took a knife from the kitchen. Knowing what was coming next I took the …show more content…
remote control from my sister and changed the channel. “What are you doing?” my sister said. “I don’t want to watch that anymore.” I replied. “Whatever," she said rolling her eyes. She continued, "I’m going to go help mom pack.” I should’ve been relieved. I should’ve been happy but I wasn’t. I couldn’t stop thinking about that stupid movie. I needed to know what happened to the family. I looked to see if anyone was around and then I changed the channel back. When I turned back everything had gone bad. The father was dead and that girl was hunting the rest of the family. I just wanted her to be hit by a truck or something. My stomach felt queasy. I sat up against the wall so no one could surprise me from behind. Kate, the mother and the crazy girl were in a struggle with each other. The shift of the fight went back and forth until Kate finally prevailed against her. It was over. The queasiness in my stomach went away and whatever hold the movie had on me was gone. I was relieved, almost happy. This isn’t the moment where I fell in love with cinema, it’s the moment where I understood cinema. My freshman year, I had a tendency to think of my life as a movie. Whether it was a trip to the mall, an argument with my brother, or even just a conversation with my friends everything I did changed into a cinematic scene in my head. I could be walking down the school halls alone and my mind would transform it into a chase scene. I was pretty bored with my life at the time. I’d watched so many movies and TV shows that I started to expect that kind of excitement in my life. School, my friends, nothing could reach my high expectation of interesting anymore. How exciting would it be to battle villains as Superman? Or to enter the Matrix? That’s the beauty of cinema. It has a unique effect on people that can’t be replicated. Movies were my way of feeding my overactive imagination without getting into any danger. I lived in my own little world.
A world where I had bigger problems than homework and was never alone. It wasn't a problem for me but for my parents it was becoming one. My grades were slipping and I was alienating myself from, well everyone. They always attempted to talk with me about it but every time they tried I would use the teenage vanishing act and go to my room. Picking me up from school one day, they decided to talk to me while we were in the car. Which was the worst possible option for me because there's nowhere to go. They drove around in circles talking to me for about ten minutes. I zoned them out because that's what I did. However, one thing my father said caught my attention, "The present moment is the only moment we truly have and if you’re not living in it then you’re not living at
all." Those words rang in my ear like a church bell at twelve o'clock. I couldn't stop thinking about them. Movies weren’t even the same anymore. Instead of watching other people live their lives I wanted to live mine. I was tired of imagining the things I could do instead of doing them. I don't live in my own little world anymore, but I still visit. Whether it's in the stories I write or if it's just in my imagination. Everyone needs their escape. Between my imaginary world and the real world, there was one action that made me feel whole, writing. Writing was the bridge between my two worlds. It helped me hone my imagination on something useful in life. I became set on being a screenwriter. In my junior year, I switched schools to join a Video Production class. There, I became adjoined to the filmmaking process. And not only for the writing aspect of it, for the process as a whole. I hope to emphasize originality in my films. To create and develop expansive worlds for other viewers to ripen their imaginations on. Lastly I hope to be a beacon for any aspiring filmmaker by showing that you don’t have to be a California resident with rich parents to make it in the industry. All you need is a solid work ethic. I believe USC can help me achieve these goals and can be the bridge between my fantasies and my reality for filmmaking.
I think it did a great job of showing how a family can come to view addictive and abnormal behavior as normal. I would recommend this movie to friends. I feel that it gives great insight into the dynamics of how the disease of alcoholism can trickle down the family tree affecting everyone it touches in such profound ways. Other than the lack of physical abuse I could see myself playing most of the roles the kids did as far as lost child and hero, I remember trying to fulfill most of those roles when I was younger trying anything from trying harder in school to trying to do chores to perfection in the hopes that I could through my works keep my parents from drinking. Thankfully as I got older I came to understand that their drinking was their illness not mine and until they decided they had enough I could do nothing to help them, but love and pray for
I enjoyed the beginning; it was realistic, made me believe that she was possessed by something. Almost like n exorcism, the devil inside the black crow, the gibberish they say because they are possessed, just like there is good in th...
I hope that people can make the right decision for their kids and only show them this movie if they fully understand the meaning of the Salem Witch Trials and why it was such a tragic time. This is the only complaint I have to make towards the movie. Overall, this movie was exciting. It has lots of important information about the Salem Witch Trails. The director of this movie knew exactly who his audience would be and hit it out of the park by adding things that the audience would understand.
Looking at our society and my busy life filled with tests, deadlines, work schedules, and demands for my time coming at me from every direction, I almost with I could go back to that place where time and concerns for the outside world were of little or no consequence. How I love to remember, to relive the memories of my adolescence. My world was perfect then.
my life the best it could be, and also knowing that it could come true, and
The moment in time when I realized that I was never going to have a Father like the rest of my friends changed the course of my life. As a young boy it was difficult coming home after a baseball game where each of my friends dads were there to cheer them on. I was left with the Father that was incapable of working or even getting himself out of bed. My fathers illness showed me to never take life for granted because one day your life can be normal and another day you're best days have already past.
In my opinion the movie was really tragic were Coraline was looking for her parents.
First of all I did not like the ending because I thought Jennie was looking for Telly all along to tell him that he is HIV positive. Which I thought the whole purpose of that was for him to stop having sex with other girls. But no she just got there, saw Telly on having sex with some girl closed the door and slept in a coach. I was disappointed I thought Jennie would stop Telly from having sex with that girl but instead she did nothing. Furthermore, that was not the only thing I disliked I also thought that Telly’s mom was was not even close to a normal, responsible, respecting, mother. For example, that scene when Telly and Casper went to his house, it showed Tellys mom literally feeding her youngest child with all her breast out while both Telly and his friend were still there. To me that shows no respect in other words you are not suppose to show your breast to your kids friend or your older son. I felt like Telly’s mom was anything but responsible towards her kid it clearly shows how attend she was on him. Furthermore, she has to keep up with her child since he is out there doing drugs and infecting other
I remember the day she born. I was nervous for the simple fact that my life would never be the same. Soon no longer would I be known as just Ayanna, I would take on a new title. A title that I would share with so many woman, and after eight long hours of labor, I would now be known to the world as mommy.
During my transition from childhood to adulthood, I have learned and accomplish many things within my education, community, and family. My transition from childhood to adulthood education made me come into reality that everything can’t be done for you and that you have to stay more focused and organized if you want to be somewhere five to ten years from now. My growth in the things that I do in my community such as church and basketball summer leagues made me realize that it is all right to participate and help out for the positive things in my community. In my family, my transition from childhood to adulthood help me to become a more mature and knowledgeable person.
It was a very interesting movie. In this movie I see a young girl with a deep secret that she doesn't reveal even though it would make her friends stop hating her. It had a good and very realistic ending. Though it was a well-acted film on the serious subject of a rape of a young teen by a teenager, and how it affects her for a year while she struggles with the post-trauma and misunderstanding of her classmates until she finds the strength within herself to speak out about what happened to her. How someone so young can deal with such a problem when older women have such a struggle, only makes the problem more complex.
However, the way the story is told is more amazing than the story itself. It grabs the viewers’ attention to make them want to continue to watch it to finds out what happen next. It comes as close to somebody going through this situation and trying to deal with it for their children sake. The same story made into a movie without the extreme home dinner and church would not have been half as
One thing that really bothers me is how much I changed. I used to play games all day, not focus on school, wouldn't get in serious trouble, and was very innocent compared to my present day self. There are cons and pros of my past self compared to how I am currently. I am more happy of how I am now then I am before. As time changes, so do I and I can not stop that. What’s done has already been done and can’t be changed so you always have to look towards the future and never the past. The past will not definite who you are today unless you let it. I would have never expect that I would be transferred to a continuation high school in my freshman year. It is a bad thing to many people, but I am thankful that I am sent to it because I will learn
This movie evoke many feelings in me. The first feelings that this movie evoked in me was disgust and horror. When I realized what those men were doing to that little girl, I was disgusted and horrified. As the daughter of a rape victim and a
There once was a girl who lived a happy life until the age of thirteen. Everything changed that day because that 's when her mother started emotionally, mentally, and verbally abusing her. The girl wanted nothing more than to be loved by her mother but that was not the case. Her mother thought that she was nothing than a worthless piece of garbage on the street. Every day the girl 's mom had something negative to say to the girl whether it was that she was stupid, worthless, or even someone who nobody wanted around. Every day the girl wished to be accepted by her mother, but she knew deep down that would never happen. The girl battled anxiety and depression disorder caused by her mother 's years of torture and abusive ways. The girl was on