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Go For It! review
I started watching this film expecting it to be nothing more than a cheaply produced and very corny knockoff of the Step Up movies. The plotline follows the story of a poor Latino girl who dances in underground clubs in Chicago. Dancing is her biggest passion in life, so the movie follows her inner conflict of wanting to dance and also please everyone else. I must say, I was pleasantly surprised at the quality of this film from very early on.
First, the main character, Carmen Salgado (played by Aimee Garcia), did an amazing job. She did well portraying her character as a sweet Latino girl fighting life for something bigger and better. Both a high school student and hard worker, Carmen had many struggles to overcome while living in a poverty-stricken part of town. This movie shed light on the struggles of being a young adult in general, as well as things specific to living in minority areas (such as violence).
Carmen's best friend, Gina (played by Gin
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, but she didn’t think the pain could be any worse than what she was already dealing with.
“Aimée!” The young woman moved her arms in circular motions as she tried to keep her balance. Her mother’s call startled her, and for a brief moment she thought God might be
Oh my god. This movie was so twisting emotionally. I found myself sitting on my couch with fists clenched, thinking "What the hell?", and the next minute wanting to cry my eyes out.
There are nine people stuck in an elevator. It's one of those fancy elevators, where they have to show identification to get on in the first place. The nine people include a wealthy businessman and his granddaughter, a pregnant woman, a fat man, an Arab man, an annoying comedian, an old woman, and an engaged couple. The mix of characters was really interesting and clever. The comedian was a claustrophobic. From the minute he stepped in the elevator he was complaining about how there were too many people on the elevator. The businessman's granddaughter was a complete brat. She was rude to everyone in the elevator, even those trying to compliment her. So she decides to push the emergency stop b
The film begins by main character Tom Adkins Sr talking. I turned the volume on my TV way up, but it was really difficult to understand him. I think it was just the way he was talking. But that's not a good way to start off a movie, so instantly I had really low expectations for this film.
Tom Adkins is a detective who's trying to deal with the loss of his son who disappeared eight years ago. Some construction workers digging at a worksite find a box buried in the ground that holds the remains of a little boy. The box has been buried for at least fifty years, and the son is not Detective Adkins'. However, an engraved whistle was laying in the box with the bodily remains and it is the same kind Tom had given his son. He instantly knows that there must be a connection to his missing son and the dead boy, and tries to solve the mystery.
One really confusing element of the story was the flashbacks. The
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This movie is about a professor/screenwriter who steals a story plot that one of his students wrote. His student in turn plots revenge and begins a killing spree that frames the professor. Main character, Joel Brandt, is played by Matthew Lillard. He did a fantastic job in my opinion. His character was nerdy and awkward, yet intelligent. Because of that, I felt like the movie got off to a slow start. However, it definitely picked up and I'm glad I waited it out.
After the first murder, Jon tried to talk to the police and tell them what he knew. The police were really dumb not to listen to him. They basically ignored him and didn't take him seriously. That was super unrealistic. So that would have been something I might have changed a little bit.
The plot was pretty stable. I mean, it's a classic storyline that I've seen played out in movies and tv before.
Triple Dog review
This is a film about a group of girls who decide to play a dare game at their slumber party. Through the series of dares, the girls discover secrets about each other that they try to get to the bottom of.
Right away we see a mixture of girls in this film, including the pretty/preppy type, the punk/attitude type, and the quiet/dressed in dark type. I really like this mixture; it's hard to find a movie these days that include that. Usually movies are all about groups of kids who are similar.
Parts of the digital graphics in the movie were pretty fake. When the girls are talking in the locker room, the flashback with butterflies made me chuckle at how obviously fake they were. They were sort of multicolor and definitely computerized. That's pretty lame for such a recent movie.
One thing that confused me was how the movie had flashbacks. It would say "3 Days Ago" but then switch back to present day without letting
he cried because no one cried for himI found Death crying in the alleyway underneath my apartment window. He crouched, huddled, shaking and whimpering out his little mouse of a cry that was muffled by the rumbling cacophony of city night life. He didn't make himself seen, and like the child he was, huddled down and hid his face with his mitten-covered hands.
Death made eye contact with me as I watched him from the fire escape. He stared with bright blue eyes perfectly framed with long eye lashes. The chill bit and reddened his nose and cheeks, and his tears left frozen paths of black ice against his face. I didn't mean to, it was an accident, he pleaded with me.
I watched him as he shamefully picked up his victim, a tiny little kitten that was half frozen and curled tightly into itself. He tried to stroke it back to life, begging and pressing the small animal into his plush winter coat.
I'm sorry, he lisped, wiping snot onto his sleeve as he cradled the corpse like a beloved baby doll. I followed his t
Titanic's Forgotten Sister-Chapter 26Chapter 26~
A CHILD'S CURIOSITY
**Being a youth, she eagerly questioned anything and everything she could comprehend, from why I 'looked funny' to 'why is the sea so BIG?'. I answered her in the best ways I knew how, which usually satisfied her. She faced Tempestuous with mile-long questions as well. Always patient, he would always procure some sort of answer too. To tell you of his patience is a subject within itself. As she got a little older, Britannic became very playful, and would eye up her father from afar, and then charge forward, as she was currently doing. Speeding up to him, she knocked her small bow against his side, and by chance, a shower of rust flakes broke off and landed on her and in the water. Her face changed from silly to serious in the quick way only a youth could show, and she stammered in a hushed tone "D, D, Did I hurt you, Daddy?!"
**Tempestuous replied "You think a little scratch like that would harm me? I have been through things that have hurt me far worse.
Titanic's Forgotten Sister-Chapter 25Chapter 25~
**As time wore on, it soon became apparent to all of the other ships that I was expecting. Some offered a slight word of congratulations. Others said nothing at all. Either way, it did not matter to me. I was more distraught with fears of how I would ever manage as a mother, of all things! That fear alone kept me sleepless many a night. How would I ever do a good job? Would I be able to be all I hoped to be? What was I supposed to do of 'fill-in-the-blank' occurred?!? All I could do was hope I wouldn't turn out to be failure!
**In every little moment possible, Tempestuous would not leave my side. He had a fiercely protective instinct, and would hardly let any other ship near me. Usually, showing his sharp teeth, paired with brown eyes blazing, sent most away in a trice, but if there was a stubborn case, he was not afraid to fight. He was a true soldier, and his bravery was a true show of love. I, in turn, found that just one more reason to love him back.
Are you a boy or a girl?Mama stood frozen, staring down that the cherubic little redhead, his words still ringing in her ears. "Are you a boy or a girl?" The other redhead, the little one's brother, blushed and hastily touched the boy's shoulder. "Ao-chan, that was mean." Finally shaking off the shock of the child's keen perception, Mama gave a shaky laugh. "It's quite alright, Hayes-sama. May I answer him?" She smiled at the confused expression Ace shot her before he nodded and let go of his brother.
She knelt and took the little boy's hands in hers, running her thumbs in gentle circles over the backs of his hands. "I know it's a little confusing, since I have a boy's body and have to wear boy clothes to work, but I'm actually a girl. I'm not the only girl like this, either. Do you know what the word transgender means?" She waited for the boy to shake his head no before brushing back his bangs. In the periphery of her vision, she saw Ace's eyes widen slightly before he nodded his encouragement. "It means tha
Lib. Ar.She was a revolutionary in her head, the way she wrapped herself in the flag and sang herself to sleep with freedom songs and chain gang chants. The way she wore her hair, unkept and messy and slanted slightly to the right due to the many times she fell asleep on her arm after reading Das Kommunistische Manifest until the early hours of the morning. I never questioned why she always ended on the same page, or why we had to search through dozens of used book stores in order to find an old hardcover copy of the book that was peeling with dry-rot and plagued with dog-eared corners.
She told me her grandfather was a political prisoner, and she inherited his rucksack and his circular glasses--the ones that he used to read his speech the day he was shot by the police and thrown in jail for treason.
"But the Man diluted my spirit, leaving me here having to fight for the rights my granddad sacrificed his life for. They never did free him," she always told the newest per
Dobry uczynek-Co pan robi?-zapytał chłopiec mężczyznę, który siedział na ławce. Łokcie oparł na kolanach, z ust sterczał mu prawie już do końca wypalony papieros.
-Wiążę węzeł-odparł i powrócił do wykonywanej czynności. Sznur był gruby na końcu zawiązany w szeroką pętlę, jegomość dla sprawdzenia pociągnął za koniec powrozu, pętla zacisnęła się natychmiast. Facet zadowolony z efektu, uśmiechnął się półgębkiem, wypluł niedopałek papierosa na trawnik, przykryty cienką warstwą śniegu, po czym natychmiast wyciągnął następnego, wsadził do spękanych ust. Zaczął obszukiwać kieszenie w poszukiwaniu zapalniczki bądź, zapałek. Wreszcie wysupłał pudełeczko z zapałkami, zgrabia
Not Drowning, But FlyingHidden deep within the jungle, far removed from the outside world, there lay a village. On the night of the Festival of Colours, the villagers would paint their bodies in all the raiments of the Earth and Sky and dance long into the night. They continued in this way until the Outsiders came. They were men in white cloth, who led cattle and cut down the trees so their animals might graze. Then there came hunters, who carried rifles and stalked wildlife for their flesh and hides.
A boy called Bharu lived in the village. His mother had come from the Outside and even though she had taught him their language, she had given up that world to join the village. However these Outsiders did not change, they offered the villagers weapons and medicines, but the boy was afraid. When his father called the villagers together, he told them they must accept these Outsiders and the gifts they brought. Bharu wept, for if his people joined the Outsiders, they would be themselves no more.
He ran to th
ContradictionMaybe I don’t understand the world,
Maybe I understand too much.
I could be so genius I look past,
I could be so clueless I never saw.
Either way, it doesn’t make sense.
Why love isn’t returned,
Why we go crazy,
Why choices suddenly change,
Why things go backwards.
People hate, get angry.
Then, someone leaves…
And they fall in love.
I don’t understand it.
Going to depths,
To bring someone back,
Who is already gone.
Why do we try?
You use selfless actions,
In selfish attempts.
It only contradicts yourself.
It’s the creator of these problems.
The scientist invited his coworker into the room to watch.
“This is the new drug we’ve been developing. When injected directly into your brain, it stimulates your speech center while you’re asleep, and you narrate all your thoughts. It’s taken a while, but we’re finally able to try it on human subjects.”
The scientist spoke into the microphone. “I’m going to turn down the lights and play soft music. I want you to try to sleep.”
The music started, and the man closed his eyes. The music faded in, it was very generic, but tolerable. The two scientists sat and waited for three hours.
“Ok, he’s in REM. I’m going to start pumping in the drug.”
The tube going up through the back of his neck went from clear to a dull orange. The EEG lit up.
“Any minute now… he’ll start talking.”
So the man spoke.
“Aaaaah… I… Miss… Pardon me… Ast… trucks… are big
The Simple Things in LifeI close my eyes and envision myself walking my big dog, Rusty. It is a nice summer day; there is a slight breeze so the weather is neither too hot nor too cold. My dogs fluffiness is blowing along with the light wind, and he bounces with each step. The day is perfect, I am dressed comfy, & Rusty and me are on our way to get ice cream.
I close my eyes and envision myself swinging on the cobweb-covered tire swing in my backyard. I am spinning around so fast that I close my eyes from the dizziness.
I close my eyes and envision myself lying on the porch swing, staring up at the porch roof. There are lots of old cobwebs and spots where the white paint is chipping off of the ceiling. A large bumblebee flies around above me, its wings flapping so violently that I cant even see them. The bee is persistent at flying into the glass window pain, but with no luck at getting inside. I close my eyes and listen to the bees humming. The suns warm rays are soaking into
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