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Contemplating Theon Greyjoy.

31 Mar

I’m so conflicted when it comes to a particular character in Game of Thrones and in the A Song of Ice and Fire series. A character who, the first time reading the books and watching the show, I loathed so very much. Who I still kind of can’t stand the majority of the time he appears on screen. However, upon my recent rewatch of the show, he became a character I had to call into question. One who I found my dislike for dwindling. Not all the way, of course, I still can’t stand the guy most of the time, but, I mean…

Theon Greyjoy is such a dick.

… but he’s obviously a character with a complex upbringing, and one who can’t be fully judged without taking his complete story into consideration. As a fan, it’s important to keep in mind that Theon was raised as a hostage; never truly part of a family. Oh sure, he was treated like a brother by Robb, but he was never fully accepted into the rest of the Stark household. Never truly welcome. He was treated kindly enough, but he was always reminded that he was there for a reason: as a hostage for the crimes of his father.

Even so, Winterfell became his home. It became what he knew and what he loved. Then, after all those years of waiting, when he finallys goes back home to the Iron Islands – bam – he’s a disgrace for embracing the Stark’s way of life despite the fact that he had no fucking choice in the matter when he was a child. Never mind that it was his father who decided to send him away. Never mind that it was his father’s doing by starting a useless rebellion. Never mind that Theon never did anything wrong, nor did anything to deserve being sent away in the first place. Never mind that he was punished for crimes he never committed. Never mind that he was never in the wrong. At least, not at that point.

So, when it comes down to it, who is he supposed to side with? His own flesh and blood, who sent him away as a child, only to then treat him like he had betrayed them all by developing a relationship with a different family? Or the family who raised him well, but always reminded him that he would never be one of them? What the fuck would you do in his shoes? So, yeah, he thinks he can show his father he’s still a Greyjoy by ransacking the place that cared for him all those years, thus proving that they never meant anything to him. He thinks that will help him make amends for all the years he’s been away; all those years where he did absolutely nothing wrong. The thing is, Winterfell did mean a lot to him, and we so clearly see that as he’s taking over the Stark’s home in both the show and the book. He puts on that front of not giving a flying fuck about Bran or Luwin, but there’s just so much guilt riddling him (Alfie’s done such a phenomenal job with his character, seriously, that boy deserves a ton of awards). Especially when he kills Rodrick. He does it, yes, but man, you can tell that it’s the last thing he wants to be doing.

The point is, I feel bad for Theon Greyjoy. These are not words I ever though I’d say. I came to loathe his character over the years, and even still I’m not really a fan of him. Even so, I like to think if he didn’t have such a shit-tastic father he would’ve turned out a whole lot better. While he should never have gone against the Starks in the second book, I understand his folly. I’ve come to see the path he went down and why he choose it, and where all his bad choices have stemmed from. So yes, I can’t help but feel bad for him…

… but, man, he’s such a dick.

The best part: I didn’t make this graphic.

Returning to Middle Earth: Getting Stoked for The Hobbit

2 Dec

The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey is coming out here in the states in twelve days. This is a cause for much joyous celebration, obviously, as it’s been nine years since we last got a Tolkien film directed by one Mr. Peter Jackson. The fans all seem to be excited for this film. I should know, as I am one of them.

As a teenager, the Lord of the Rings series were a big part of my life. When I say that, I’m not talking about the books. I mean the movies. I’m ashamed to admit I still haven’t read the book series in its entirety (though, to be fair, I haven’t attempted since I was fourteen, so I assume I would be able to get through the books if I were to try now. It’s not my fault I could never make it passed Bree. Blame Tom fucking Bombadil and his boring ass chapters. I don’t care if he’s supposed to symbolize God or Satan or Christ or whatever theory you abide by, that doesn’t excuse the fact that he’s a sucky character). I did read The Hobbit in middle school though and then twice more in high school, and oh how I loved it.

https://i2.wp.com/ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61GvwuyTa4L._SL500_AA300_.jpgBut the films are what became an important part of my youth. I wasn’t allowed to see Fellowship in theaters, because my parents deemed it “too scary” for an eleven year old. I suppose that was a reasonable worry, but at the time this left me feeling upset with them. All my friends had seen it in theaters (and by that I mean my four closest gal pals), and they would talk about who they were in love with and who their favorite character was, while I just sat there not understanding the concept of a Ringwrath no matter how many times they tried to explain it to me. Finally, the film came out on DVD. My parents sat my brother and myself down to watch it with them, prepping us for Orcs and Ringwraths and anything that might scare us. During the entire film there was only one part that truly freaked me out: that scene where Bilbo’s eyes bug out and he looks like he’s about to eat Frodo’s soul. Fucking creepy, man.

Look, it's seventeen year old me with my Frodo cardboard cutout and we're both wearing pirates hat! Because NERD.

Look, it’s seventeen year old me with my Frodo cardboard cutout and we’re both wearing pirates hat! Because NERD.

It was all uphill after that. I saw the second and third films in theaters (each three times), I convinced my mom to buy me the Frodo life size cardboard cutout from the local comic book store (which, to this day, I still have), I began writing (shitty) Lord of the Rings fan fiction, I claimed Frodo as the love of my life, I went as Galadriel for Halloween in the seventh grade, my friends and I attempted to make our own Lord of the Rings movie (pretty sure we got as far as the three elves in the prologue), and I broke the One Ring off of the bookmark my dad gave me so I could wear it everywhere I went. Yeah, Lord of the Rings was kind of a big deal for me (though it still comes in second for middle school obsessions, right after Newsies). Not to mention my senior quote in the yearbook was “Home is behind, the world ahead and there are many paths to tred.”

As I’ve aged, the Lord of the Rings films have remained a sacred thing to me. I do an annual Lord of the Rings marathon once a year, where I’ll hole up in the sanctuary of my bedroom and watch all eleven hours of the uncut DVDs in a row. The first time I did my marathon back during freshman year I invited other people to watch with me, but I quickly wised up after that, seeing as no one would shut up and I had to keep telling everyone to be quiet. Normally I don’t mind silly banter while watching movies, but for Lord of the Rings it’s different. I hate to say it, and I don’t mean to offend anyone, but watching those films is just about the closest thing I have to a religious experience nowadays. It’s ridiculous how much I’m not exaggerating right now.

Look! It’s John Watson! … I mean Arthur Dent… or… that pornography stand in from Love Actually… uh… the police chief from Hot Fuzz… um… shit, I’m sorry, who is Martin Freeman playing again?

It should come as no surprise that when I found out Peter Jackson had finally gotten the rights to make The Hobbit a reality, I was ECSTATIC. I remember finding out that Martin Freeman had been cast as Bilbo while I was at work, and literally jumping out of my chair in order to repeatedly fist pump the air. I also remember sitting in the car with my father around Christmas time last year when the first ever Hobbit trailer was released. I made him shut off the music so I could watch the trailer on my measly iPhone and, by the end, I was in tears (I also seem to recall my dad telling me I was weird, but whatever). Needless to say, I’ve been waiting a long time for these films to be made and I have a lot of feelings about them.

So it’s weird that for the last couple months my excitement for this film has been, shall we say, pretty non-existent. Despite doing a Lord of the Rings marathon only three months ago, I just really wasn’t feeling the enthrall of it all. Of course I still intended on seeing the film, but I clearly remember a week or two ago thinking to myself, “Well, I’ll just see it a day or two after it comes out. I can wait. No big deal.” If twelve year old me had a TARDIS you bet your sweet bippy that she’d travel into the future to slap two-weeks-ago-me in the fucking face for being such a terrible fan.

I think, for the most part, I can chalk up my lack of enthusiasm to this rough term. Not that the term’s been rough because of school (though I have a hell of a bad case of Senioritis, and I fear the disease is growing steadily worse), just the mood I’ve been in. I’ve touched on before on this blog, but I’ve been going through a bit of a depression and I’ve been having one major existential crisis. I’ve been drained of any drive whatsoever as of late, and it’s really sucked. A lot. Though, recently, I seem to be getting better, or at least my thoughts aren’t as dismal as they were several weeks ago. So… yay?

But then something wonderful happened. This last Tuesday I wrote up an article for Buzz Patrol about the world premiere of The Hobbit over in New Zealand. Writing this article led to me looking at many pictures and videos of the premiere, as well as stumbling across this Hobbit parody video (I’m sure Rachel has wondered by now why the song “Shots” has been playing on repeat in my bedroom for the last four days straight. Whoops). Before I knew it, I was posting a Facebook status asking Portland friends to go see the midnight premiere with me, and within a couple hours Valerie and I had teamed up to head a Hobbit viewing party/sleepover.

This whole getting excited for The Hobbit totally has nothing to do with this sudden attraction to Bofur. What? Who said that? Not me. Shut up.

This whole getting excited for The Hobbit thing totally has nothing to do with this sudden attraction to Bofur. What? Who said that? Not me. Shut up.

And now, suddenly, I’m super excited. I’m reminded how much I love the Tolkien franchise in general and Jackson’s films. I’ve remembered how awesome it is to be a fan and get excited over new shit being released. Hell, I already have a favorite dwarf picked out from promotional pictures alone (hint: it’s Bofur).

Then today, for one reason or another, I decided to start rereading The Hobbit. A tumblr friend just finished going through the book for the first time, and I’m pretty sure all of her entries about reading it were what persuaded me to start it up as well. I had sort of resigned to the fact that I wasn’t going to pick up the book until after I see Unexpected Journey, but this morning I grabbed my annotated copy of the book and hauled ass to work. I’m normally a slow reader, so a part of me was worried I wouldn’t be able to get through all of it before Wednesday evening, but seeing as I’m already four chapters in I don’t think I have anything to worry about.

As I was reading The Hobbit in my freezing cold office, grateful that Sunday mornings at the motel are always non-eventful, I started to cry.

I’m so fucking thankful that Peter Jackson’s directing this second trilogy. A while back Guillermo del Toro was set up to direct these films, and while I love del Toro’s work (especially Pan’s Labyrinth), I was saddened to think that the entire feeling of the films would be different than the first trilogy… but that changed. Thank goodness that it changed. We get Jackson again. We get to return to the world of Middle Earth; the same world Jackson established over ten years ago. It’s the same Shire, the same landscape, the same style of costumes and weapons, the same actors returning to reprise roles, and it’s just so fucking wonderful. I’m invigorated with the knowledge that I get to go back to that feeling I had when I was twelve years old and sat down to watch The Fellowship of the Ring for the first time, and so thankful that I get to experience it all over again three more times.

I can’t hardly wait for the fourteenth.

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An Accurate Depiction of What it’s Like to Read the Series of Unfortunate Events books.

21 Oct

Poe: You’re totes gonna be safe with this new relative.

Me: Based on everything that’s happened so far, why would you assume that?

Relative: You kids are obviously dumb for thinking that this person who has recently become apart of our lives under some pretty sketch circumstances is Count Olaf.

Me: Um. No. Shut up.

Olaf: I’m so gonna win this time.

Me: Yeah, see, there are more books in the series, so I seriously doubt that.

Poe: Yeah, that’s obviously not Count Olaf in disguise.

Me: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.

The Baudelaires: We have friends now! Nothing can go wrong!

Me: DON’T SAY THAT.

Relative: Well allowing this stranger I’ve just met to adopt you in the case of my death/lack of interest in you/you get expelled/etc. makes perfect sense.

Me: OH MY GOD.

The Baudelaires: Look at those people doing sketchy things. Good thing they’re not any of Count Olaf’s associates.

Me: ARE YOU BLIND.

Poe: Nope. We can’t run after Olaf. It’s too dangerous.

Me: STOP.

The Baudelaires: Hmmm, I wonder why there’s a secret tunnel under our house which was mysteriously burnt down before we had to go live with Count Olaf. Oh well. Not important.

Me: NO.

The Baudelaires: Oh, don’t worry about giving us this important piece of information. You can just give it to us later because nothing’s gonna go wrong.

Me: I GIVE UP.

Snicket: I’m going to keep referencing Beatrice and then NOT TELL YOU ANYTHING.

Me: FFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK

wrinkle in time.

26 Aug

I’m about to reread Wrinkle in Time. Rereading your favorite book from your childhood – a book that you haven’t touched in years on end – is such a strange combination of exciting and terrifying. On the one hand, you are terrified out of your mind that you’ve been holding this book up on a pedestal for all these years, and that you’re going to find out it’s not all that great after all. On the other hand, goddamn, you are so excited to return to that world filled with magic and mystic, and you can’t wait to lose yourself in it.

Book vs. Movie: The Secret of NIMH Edition

14 Aug

Yesterday I wrapped up the book Mrs. Frisby and the Rats on NIMH for the first time in my life. I had been given the book as a present when I was a kid (not sure by whom, most likely my mother or my godmother), but had never gotten around to reading it. After closing the book, I went directly to my Netflix Instant Watch queue and pulled up the movie version of it, which I had not seen since I was probably seven or eight. I dove headfirst into the book, not remembering any of the film’s plot, and I started the film not knowing if what I had just read lined up with the movie at all. Here’s my final verdict between the two:

I prefer the movie of NIMH to the book.

It’s rare that I’ll willingly admit that a film is superior to the book. The only movies I go on record stating as my personal preference is the Lord of the Rings series, but even I know that the books are amazing, I’m just too lazy to get around to reading through them.

The Rats of NIMH though. It’s as though the author, Robert C. O’Brien, had this amazing idea for a story, and then wrote it in the most boring voice possible. Going into the book, while I couldn’t remember the events of the film, I did remember how much I enjoyed watching it. I know this is a book meant for young kids (eight to twelve year olds, according to the back cover), but that honestly means nothing to me. I still love YA literature, despite being twenty-two. Wrinkle in Time and Where the Red Fern Grows are meant for ten year olds, and I reread those books as often as possible. Even in their simplicity, I find great joy in YA fiction (in fact, the majority of books I’ve read this year have been YA). That being said, I didn’t take very much joy away from NIMH. I liked it well enough, but a book that should have taken me two days to read took me over a week, as I got ridiculously bored with it and put it down without touching it for days on end (I blame the back story portion, but more on that later).

The movie, though, does justice to my memory of it. The film version is exciting, fun, daring, and offers characters with an immense amount of personality that was truly lacking in the book. It not only reinforces my love of kid’s films, but my immense adoration for one Mr. Don Bluth.

Here follows ten reasons why I prefer the movie version of NIMH to the book version any day (it’s chalk full of spoilers, so you have been warned):

1. The movie made the story creepy. That is something the book truly lacked. Yes, the rats were taken off to NIMH, but then the book goes into great detail to explain how the pain from the syringes wasn’t all that bad and how the scientists treated their subjects well. Even the owl wasn’t creepy, which was a bummer. Of course, this is surely how Robert C. O’Brien intended for his story, probably in hopes of not frightening any children; however, I think it works much better with a scary tone to it. Without it the book feels flat, predictable, and droll, whereas I found myself on the edge of my seat a couple of times during the film despite already knowing the outcome.

2. Speaking of aspects that work well in the movie, MAGIC. There’s definitely a sense of the mystical in the film, what with the glowing eyes and the magic pendant and the Beauty & the Beast-esque mirror. As I read the book I kept waiting for the magic to kick in and it never did, leaving me utterly disappointed. I’m not saying the book doesn’t work without the rats having some kind of magic touch, I’m just saying it works better when they do.

3. The movie got it right by doing two things differently with Jeremy the crow: 1. Giving him more to do, and 2. making him the comic relief. In the book, Mrs. Frisby saves Jeremy, thus justifying him taking her to see the Owl and… that’s it. I think he’s mentioned once or twice more throughout the book, but he never makes a return appearance. Seeing as he’s on the cover of my edition of the book, I kept expecting for him to return and play a larger role, but apparently he was only needed to get Mrs. Frisby from point A to point B. Now, maybe the movie fleshed out his character for the sole reason of casting (the amazing) Dom Deluise, but I’m very glad that they did. Jeremy sticking around in the film felt justified, despite the fact that he didn’t really add much to the story after flying Mrs. Brisby up into the tree, but that didn’t matter because he was given the purpose of comic relief, which he served marvelously. NIMH is a dark film (much darker than the book), what with dying children, lab tests on animals, and sword fighting rats (lawl), and Jeremy brings a lot of light to the darkness. I clearly remember him being my favorite character as a child… though, that might have more to do with the fact that Dom Deluise was in all my favorite movies growing up and so his characters instantly became my favorites .

4. I really like that they kept Jenner alive in the film. It was nice that the story had an actual antagonist that wasn’t the fucking weather. I realize they only kept Jenner alive so that the kids would have a distinguished baddie to spew their hatred at, but it worked. For starters, it gave us insight on the democracy the rats had built in their society (which truly shows how they had turned into human-like creatures even more, considering the film carries out an assassination of a political figure plot line, whereas the book does not). Jenner also gave the film a much more tense ending as opposed to the book, but more on that later.

5. Mrs. Brisby’s kids actually had personalities, unlike Mrs. Frisby’s kids. In the film they are each defined by their age and their outlook on everything that is going on, which was really nice to see. In the book, her kids are kind of just there and don’t do much of anything. I guess the kids in the film don’t do much of anything either, but at least they’re entertaining while they’re doing it. (Also, Martin, the eldest son, was voiced by one Wil Wheaton. Bad. Ass.) Know who does do a lot in the film though? THE SHREW. In the book the Shrew warns Mrs. Frisby of moving day, then comes back to bitch at the Rats for trying to move the mouse’s house without her being there. Know what the Shrew does in the film? JUMPS ON A MOTHERFUCKING TRACTOR AND DESTROYS IT INTERNALLY, THUS SAVING THE LIFE OF TIMOTHY BRISBY. Then she comes back and takes care of the kids like a badass while their mother is off saving the Rats and stuff. Seriously awesome character.

6. The film did a great job playing up the evilness that is NIMH. As mentioned in point #1, the book takes a lot of time to explain that while, yes, the scientists did take the rats off the street, they treat them well in captivity and have no intention of ever hurting them, just enhancing their intelligence. In the film the doctors are portrayed as sadistic and frightening. Heck, in the end of the movie it’s made very clear that men from NIMH are coming to get the rats, whereas in the book it’s never revealed if the men who show up are from NIMH or just exterminators (though it’s pretty obvious they are from NIMH). The point is, in the books I found that I did not hate the scientists. I certainly didn’t want them to win, but I had more of a “Hey, they’re just doing their job!” kind of outlook. In the film? Did not want them to succeed. At all.

7. When it comes to the comparison of Mrs. Brisby and Mrs. Frisby, I choose Brisby. The movie showed Mrs. Brisby as a more fleshed out, rounded character, which almost never happens in the case between books vs. movies. In books you expect all the awesome details about your favorite characters sure to be left out in the film. Not this one. In the movie we see Mrs. Brisby’s abundant love for her children, how scared she is but willing to tackle the most frightening events (from heights to owls to cats), and how she isn’t really accustomed to constant association with animals outside of her nuclear family. Do we get this in the book? Yeah, a bit, but we’re kind of told bluntly by the author and, well, that’s it. Not to mention in the book when Mrs. Frisby is trapped in the cage Justin has to come in and save her because, hey, she’s a woman, apparently she can’t save herself on her own; whereas in the film Mrs. Brisby uses her smarts and saves herself like the badass that she is. She’s also a much more sympathetic character in the film, but at the same time so much stronger as well. Mrs. Frisby gets emotional about her husband’s death… what? Once? Twice? In the opening of the film, it is shown (not told, shown) how Mrs. Brisby’s still devastated over the loss of her husband. I don’t think this makes her a weaker character. Having a lead role show great depths of emotion and sadness, while still allowing them to tackle some really freaky shit in order to save the ones they love, is a really great character in my opinion.

8. Back story is essential for any good film or book. After all, the characters had lives before the story began, and it’s important to know how they got to the point they’re at. My problem with the book is that it takes 69 pages to tell exactly what happened to the rats of NIMH. Normally this length would seem justified if it were, say, a longer novel; however, as the book is only 233 pages long I kept finding myself going, “I get it. They learned a lot. Yup. Reading. Mazes. Fascinating. Get back to the story.” It also didn’t help that the retelling of all that happened to the rats was written very dully (this seems to be something I like to complain with, so here it is: Robert C. O’Brien’s writing style is boring. There. I said it). Now in the movie? The movie covers the rats back story in three minutes, tops. Could the movie have benefited for delving a little deeper into the back story? Mayhaps, but they kept it nice, simple, and straight forward, and after having to drudge through the back story in the book, I was thankful for that. The book’s back story could have been thirty pages shorter, in my personal opinion.

9. The movie stayed pretty true to the story, except for the ending. In this aspect, I like how, instead of leaving the audience wondering if Justin was killed or not, we know that Justin and the rest of the rats live. I also liked that they killed Nicodeamus. I liked Nicodeamus, don’t get me wrong, but I thought his character’s death benefited the story so much more than the hypothetical death of Justin. Again, assassination of a political figure is a huge thing to tackle for a kids movie, but the film did it well. The movie as a whole was a lot more violent, which is fine by me because it made the film a lot more exciting, which brings us to the last item on our list…

10. The movie’s ending was a million times more exciting than the book. In the book the rats sort of just move Mrs. Frisby’s house, carry out their escape plan, and then it ends abruptly. In the film they throw in the element of the cinder block home, with Brisby’s kids still inside of it, starting to sink in the mud, thus implying that the kids she’s trying to save may very well die. At this plot point I actually found myself clutching my face going, “Of course this is going to end well, but holy fuck, how are they going to get out of this alive!?” That, to me, is the sign of a good film.

I guess now I can talk about the very, very few things about the film that didn’t enthrall me. There are only three things that come to mind as of right now:

  1. The film could’ve been longer. Yeah, I said it. I would’ve loved a more fleshed out telling of it, with even more mystique and magic to it. I wouldn’t have minded if they branched off further from the book and added in more elements to the story. But hey, it’s a kid’s movie, so I understand the need to keep it short and to the point.
  2. I do think the pendant, when used to save the kids, was kind of a cop out. Still more interesting than what happened in the book, but I think more attention should’ve been drawn to Mrs. Brisby not understanding the pendant’s use throughout the film, so there would have been a bigger pay off when she finally understood she needed it to save her children. It was given to her early on, but she didn’t talk about it again at all until the end of the film when she uses it to save the day. It just felt random and, gah, I guess it’s the screenwriter in me that wants more justification for the pendant being there (and an explanation of how Jonathan even got a fucking magic pendant in the first place).
  3. I loved Mrs. Brisby’s classic red shawl (a throw back to the book),  but when it came to the rats, I’m sorry, but some of them were dressed really silly. They were wearing tunics. And robes. And wigs. Jenner had on a cape. A fucking cape. I guess it was to reflect how far they’d come as a human-like society, but I could not take it seriously that the farmer had never spotted a rat before and gone, “Huh. I wonder why that rat is wearing  a cape. And is carrying a sword.” On that note, I should also say that the rats sword fighting was a little goofy. Don’t get me wrong, the pay off of the sword fight was important (when the one rat threw a dagger at Jenner I fist pumped the air), but watching it I had an eyebrow cocked the whole time, thinking to myself, “… Huh… Sure… Okay… I guess I’ll play along..” Honestly, the one purpose I truly saw of the sword fight was that it made Justin an even more attractive awesome character.

So, do I like the story of NIMH? After reading all the above it should be obvious that, yes, I do, like the story when it’s delivered in the right medium. I don’t think it was intended to be a kid’s story, or at least not a kid’s story written by Robert C. fucking O’Brien. I realize a kid’s story is how it was originated, but the material works so much better on film. Actually, you know, I think NIMH has great potential to be rewritten as a story aimed towards adults, not kids. I would’ve loved a darker, more gritty aspect in my reading. Hell, I would’ve loved more back story if it had been more fucking interesting. Not to mention it would’ve been nice to get some more exposition on Mrs. Brisby’s life, some more adult humor (any humor would’ve been nice, actually), and a more lavish use of language. When it comes down to it, as I’ve stated throughout this entry, that was my number one problem with the book. The way it was written. It’s as though Robert C. O’Brien thought to himself, “I wonder if I can take this really interesting story idea and write about it in the most boring use of the English language as possible.” Mission accomplished, Robert. You succeeded.

And you know what, if it came out that they were going to do a remake of NIMH someday, I would not complain. If a future film followed in the footsteps of the first film, added more depth and darkness to the story, and made it longer? I’d be totally down for that movie existing.

A friend asked me this morning if it’d be a waste of time to read the book, and honestly, that’s not up for me to say. I know I’ve spent this entire entry complaining about how the movie is far better than the book, but I do still respect the bones of the story. Robert C. O’Brien laid out a really wonderful story, despite his dull style. This is all also my personal opinion. I have friends who really love the book. Plus, as another friend pointed out, “If there had never been a book, there never would have been a movie,” which is a very good point.

The fact of the matter is NIMH is a great story when it’s done right. It is also a prime example that sometimes the book isn’t better than the film. I know a lot of people of people might not agree with me on this, but I’m standing by my opinion on this one. I don’t intend on reading the book again anytime soon, but will I most likely rewatch the movie multiple times in the years to come? Sweet Bunsen Honeydew, yes. Yes I will.

(Side note:, do yourselves a favor: Never watch The Secret of NIMH 2. I loved it as a kid, but yeah, definitely not a good film. At all. Sorry Karate Kid, William H. Macey, and Eric Idle, but you all wasted my time by making that film.)

A Sad Morning // A Glorious Evening

17 Jul

morning.

I cried for all fifty pages, but this line, this one line:

Oh crucified Christ, Rudy…

I don’t remember the last time I sobbed so hard and so long. I hugged that book close to my person with one hand, the other nudging my glasses up to my forehead in order to cover my eyes as I wailed. I sobbed for the duration of the book, while I finished it, curled up under the embrace of my comforter.

A beautiful book.

But Christ. My heart.

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evening.

Awkward beginnings it would seem, but it picked up right away once more were added to the mixture.

So many smiles, unbelieving that there is finally contact; a face to the text. Jokes are made about chatroom ghosts, drinking games, and twinkies that shoot laser beams. We talk and laugh; we laugh and talk. A glorious, glorious evening amidst friends.

Too bad none of us reside in the same state.

A Lovely Day.

11 Jul

Vintage lacy shirts. Skinny jeans. Floral shoes. Golden hooped earrings. Ginormous brown sunglasses. Soft short hair.

Completed homework assignments. Perfect scores on quizzes.

Writing eight pages worth of dialogue. Sipping coffee from a chic looking mug. Devouring meatball subs. Air conditioned facilities. Reading in the shade of an overgrown tree.

Pretty Little Liars. The Book Thief. Frasier. Breaking Bad. Being Elmo.

Joking with friends online. The potential of Skype. Tumblr compliments. Another featured article success.

Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun. Sun.

What a lovely day.