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I spent my holiday weekend working, celebrating a birthday (not mine), and eating way too much food. Before I could do all of this, I had to call the gas company to make sure the stove I had didn’t blow up my apartment complex and everything in it and pick up my car because it needed repairs again. I find myself in the same situation as in the past: not quite ready to turn my life around and being lazy in many ways to find the motivation to take the steps to change. I keep thinking 2022 will be the year where I will turn a leaf, but with the onset of another strain of COVID, it’s made me cranky. I want to be done and over with this stupid virus as everyone else in the world, but it never will go away if the leaders of all countries don’t deal with reality and work together. I don’t know what it will take for everyone in the world to realize the more you resist getting the vaccine, the more you spread false information about vaccines, the more you continue to connect this pandemic to politics, the longer it will take for everyone in the world to get back to where we were before COVID 19 hit us all in the face. As of right now there are 261.5 million cases worldwide and 5.1 million deaths worldwide. The number of cases should be decreasing and it is in a very few countries (those that are taking great precautions with testing, isolating, and vaccinating), but the reality for most countries including the U.S. is we keep having more cases, more hospitals filling up, and more deaths as well. I’m not a medical expert and yet, I feel smarter than a lot of people living in the U.S. right now. There is no possible way to avoid viruses mutating but a surefire way to let them mutate is to not get vaccinated. I know everyone has his or her right to get vaccinated or not, but there comes a point in time when enough is enough. The U.S. didn’t have to go down this trajectory. We really didn’t have to and here we are again with winter soon approaching with a new strain. Someone looking in on planet Earth must think we are really messed up because in many ways we haven’t done much to show otherwise. Through all the turmoil within and around me, I’m thankful for the people in my life, the possibilities in front of me, the comforts I have within my reach, and even the terrible movies I only half watch. So maybe 2022 will actually be the year I turn a new leaf and as I desire for more money and success every year, I have other things to think about too and that is my physical and mental health. I bought some books a few days ago to help me get into the grind again. I need to do it for myself. I only need the courage to do it. I wanted to live a long life as longevity was important to me. I said often in my 20s and now that I’m older, I lost some of that desire to live a long time. I’ve grown apart from certain ideas, people, and groups since COVID started and realized what I need to work through for myself has to come only by myself. It’s easy to get bogged down into the technical and academic nuisance of trauma, but when push comes to shove, the effects remain. Some people have said things or viewed me as something different than what my perception was of myself. They judged me harshly or labeled me as something negative (mainly in my 20s). I can’t change their minds even though I wish I could go back in time and have this power. I’ve found ways to let it go and move past it. There’s more work to be done and this is why I’m excited to read these new books I got and go back to some old books and pick them up again. This is all I have to say for now which is more than I thought I would write. Now I’m going to eat the rest of my potatoes I probably have to heat up again and watch some TV before I go to bed and yes, exercise later.
The night is no longer nice, Yesterday has passed by, And summer is too hot Against your body on cool sheets. And he understands the desire Of how much you’ve transformed. Bright lights have burned out, Can’t see the curved tracks, The sea ice disappeared during the melting, And night revolves in one direction, is cold, Like the earth wearing a scarf.
Near the outskirts of the forest, a fox and bear reside. They have been friends for more than five years. Their cubs and kits have played with each other. They are two mamas ready to defend their turf. One day an owl flew into their domain with a chick barely alive. She was frantic and moving in circles around the fox and bear. The bear cocked her head to the side with an expression of surprise. The fox was calm and moved the chick with her paw. This featherless oddity got further away from her mama. What could the owl do but stare in fear? Either way her baby was in danger left to nature or rolled away. There was no guarantee the fox wouldn’t eat the baby in one gulp. The owl hopped after the fox, but the bear stopped her. She waited as long as her body allowed her and took flight. Out of arms reach from the bear, she flew in circles over the forest. She spotted the fox. It had changed colors and was white. It could not have been more than three minutes past the introduction. One would never guess the baby to be alive, but it was moving. Slowly, at first, and picked up speed until it was running. Away in excitement or terrifying death, none of the mama’s were sure. Not the bear with a grin, the fox with a smile, and the owl with a frown.
I remember there was a time I looked forward to the morning sun. The way the rays made lines through the blinds on the opposite wall. There’s something powerful about that, the amount of energy. I know I can’t be like Icarus and get too close to the sun. Even if I could, I would be wasting my time. That kind of madness is reserved for those with the letters E, W, and G. I’m not sure the exact location of hallway around the world. All I know is I exist as others can see my shadow on the walkway. It cast a thinness my real body doesn’t have. A different kind of life, stylish and confident, beaming high not low. Like those rays of sun, I can never maintain well, but still try. I went to bed early last night and fell asleep before the moon appeared. I know I will be rested tomorrow when I do it again tonight. Life continues in such a way where I belong in silence. No one can know the depths of everything within me.
There are not major spoilers in this review!!!
A Nod to the Newspaper
The French Dispatch is the tenth movie directed by Wes Anderson where he pretty much had control over everything about the production. As with any Wes Anderson film, it’s full of semi-plots weaved into a bigger plot that usually revolves around a patriarch in a family or boss at a business that is at odds with his children or underlings. Yet, he has just enough compassion where he isn’t a 100% jerk. While it was filmed in 2018 and 2019, the movie was delayed in its release due to COVID. Anderson breaks the movie down into sizable bites to swallow where he crafts them into manageable stories, so the viewer doesn’t get overwhelmed or that’s my belief anyway. It shouldn’t be a surprise for those who’ve seen other Anderson movies that Bill Murray, Owen Wilson, Jason Schwartzman, Anjelica Huston, Willem Dafoe, Liev Schreiber, Edward Norton, and more starred in this movie. This dramedy is rated R and is one hour and 43 minutes long.
The Breakdown of The French Dispatch
The French Dispatch is about Arthur Howitzer Jr. and how his writers and staff deal and react to his last request in his will. The movie begins with the introduction of the office where all the major players meet to discuss their stories throughout the movie and what they need to edit to make Howitzer happy. We next move onto the task of them finding what to publish for the next issue. Each of the writers have their own tastes and styles from comparisons of past and present-day Ennui-sur-Blasé, concentration of the tortured artist and his muse, young revolutionaries who have a fondness for chess, and kidnapping that involves a ransom. The final say is always Howitzer and even in his absence, his writers and staff find themselves lost without him.
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The best part of this movie was the great ensemble of cast. I have to hand it to everything that happened behind the scenes. The production design is one of the best for a realistic fictional city in France. The dialogue is so good that I call it wicked sick. The opening shot was superb. I expected nothing less. Benicio del Toro killed it in this movie. His scenes with his muse called Simone, played by Léa Seydoux, were some of my favorite interactions. The whole movie was great from start to finish although a few scenes I wondered about their necessity. I wanted something more to chew on while I waited for the next scene although this is pretty minor in the whole scheme of things. I recommend The French Dispatch who is yearning to watch a stylized movie and laugh during the scenes where the facial reactions are on point by the cast. Also, it’s not a bad way to spend your time watching actors and actresses you recognize but don’t know their names. His next movie is called Asteroid City. I can’t wait.
The French Dispatch gets FOUR FINGERS and ONE THUMB of 94%