Little Things in Fright Night

      They say blame the parents. They say blame the teachers. They say blame the grandparents or family member. They even say blame the children. So, you have the parents blaming the teachers. The teachers blaming the parents. The parents blame there parents who blame there children, who grow up to blame there parents that blame the teacher who blames themselves, while the parents blame themselves leading the children to blame themselves and the grandparents and whole family blame themselves. While all this guilt and shame is being passed around like gravy, it's thee 'other guy' who's cashing in on all the bloodshed. It could be random people, mentors, psychology majors/ professors, or even vampires looking to swoop in and fill that whole.

Most people get the psychoanalyst, some get mentors, a few get that random asshole. But Charlie Brewster got a vampire. When the father isn't around, most sons try to fill those shoes in the family, but not Charlie, he sticks to the role of the son, in fact he's discipline to the role of the son and never diverts towards the protective father like presence with his mother. He goes to high school, lives a typical high schoolers' life, girlfriend, annoying friend. And a distant father figure, Peter Vincent, the Great Vampire Killer!, who he watches every night. Things are going great. Than one night, while car screeching noise comes from next door, pulling Charlie away from his season of fun and into a non stop nightmare of frights and terror and deception. Jerry, the neighborhood vampire, is the one to swoop in and steal the role of the father in Charlie's home. Charlie sees him at his true form and surprise, surprise no one believes him, but maybe Peter Vincent would believe him. 

    Well, turns out Peter Vincent is not who, obviously, he plays to be while obviously still pretending someone who he never really was. He's a cowardly, cheap, Z list actor who's getting canned because this is the 80's, the age of Dracula is over and the slasher has taken over. And he also doesn't believe Charlie until his pain and suffering from the taunts and tease of Jerry, starts projecting towards his friends and they have no choice but to cheaply bribe the reluctant hero Peter Vincent into action, bringing Charlie back up for air from this smothering. He doesn't care that he's a cowardly, cheap two bit actor, all he wants is for Peter to me near, so that he can see through the actors timidness and picture better that Great Vampire Killer. At the end, they kill the vampire, save the neighborhood, Charlie gains a father figure who entered first as wonderful friend.

Tenet : The Theater Strikes Back

       Blasting speakers sending shockwaves through your seat and shattering your ears; explosions and heart beats ricocheting off the walls and smacking the rose off your cheeks. As your gathered around fellow moviegoers, in all caps, the screen that over conquers any stylish home theater set up that a man cave can offer. If that short little message doesn't yank on your heart, then maybe your just a typical television zombie foaming at the mouth as you channel surf your life away with subpar Netflix movies. Or maybe your just someone looking to get out of the house and hopefully discovered how great the art in film is primarily presented in the theater, because I'm sorry to break it to you but the drive-in theater experience is not and never will be coming back to some centerfold. It's deader than dial up internet service. Just leftovers of sour spinach that you may chow on just to fill that growling beast inside. NO ONE IS GOING BACKWARDS IN TIME!.......... Well... unless your the characters in Tenet.

  "Don't try to understand it." About ten minutes or so into Christopher Nolan's new film, you will hear that line. Submit to that. Art and Logic are like oil and water, immiscible. Trying to reason your way into a film like Tenet will not give you insight or make you a smarter person. Actually, going into this film as a logically stiff person, I promise you won't feel a thing and that's the problem with logic and reasoning, which turns a person into madness. Like the Kenneth Branugh's ultra villainous character that would scare off every Bond villain there is, using age and experience as an formidable weapon to be empowered into becoming some type of man-god, which in the end devours him. And the protagonist, John David Washington character is a man of art, youthful and seeking to know, a glow with the flow type. This imaginative world will pummel you to the ground; ravaged but alive and still seeking for more.

     

Humanity of Blade Runner

Your walking to the grocery store to purchase a gallon of milk. Approaching the center entrance of the store, as you proceed to pull apart a shopping cart, you look down to discover your not wearing any shoes or socks?

    What does it mean to be a human? How do you even know what makes a human a human? Why are humans yearn for inhuman.? The replicants in the two Blade Runner films have better answer and yearning to be what humans don't want to be, alive. Replicants have a nature for the sanctity of human life, while humans do not and as a result it's made people feel immortal. The individual human believes that if they could write death off than they wouldn't really have to die. Replicants understand the finality of their life on earth and they embrace it every day. Euphemism is a human's god that is chosen daily, becoming a member of the good vibes only club. It's amazing how the flawed and broken fight more for Life than the purist humanist.

It's the Little Things in Jaws

   Mr. and Mrs. Martin and Ellen Brody, foreigners from a city life, along with their two children, move to a serene island community, monumentally unique to Martin Brody's loud environment as a city cop. Considering themselves outsiders, the Brody's were determined to enmesh this intriguing culture. A culture that likens to a nesting dolls: everyone knows everyone because the island lives in all them, linking one another, creating an empathetic nature among themselves.

    We must have this!, Ellen Brody desires to cultivate this nature. She starts by having her husband utter phrases to adopt the accent of the community, in the mornings. Mrs. Brody, in her nakedness, throws herself in, meeting from community leaders to the mayor to citizens. Still with all the grinding to be adopted into the culture is somewhat of failure.

   On a big beach day,  where all the townsfolk gather, she's finds her ultimate opportunity to enter the skin of an islander. Laid out on her beach towel in her black bathing suit, she takes this opportunity to speak with a long time dweller. She begs this woman: what more should I do. I want to be an Islander. How do I get in this? What must I do? What shouldn't I do? How? I want in desperately.

    Crushingly, the long time islander says bluntly, Never. Never ever, ever, ever. You will never be an Islander. You weren't born here, so you have place here. Acceptance is nonexistent. Your distinct background based on geography makes your presence hollow. The Brody's could only be tolerated. Life in destitute as forever distant foreigners. The End

What Happens If You Live?

       It's the middle of the day. You just got finished seeing an exhilarating film. Your mouth is full of the after taste of greasy buttered popcorn, along with an acid filled bitterness of a large soda stuck in your taste buds. If your me you gotta refresh that mouth with a delicious ice cold milkshake. A pumpkin pie, chocolate chip, cheesecake milkshake to be precise. Sucking up that tasty beverage.

    Before you can fully relish in your moment belly flourishing, your ear gets an abrupt tap. "Do you know where you'll end up when you die?"

Ahhhh.

 Why is the afterlife always the main focus of witnessing to non believers of  Christ?

  Say yes to Jesus. And then stay in the waiting room of pretending to be good person until you die.

 'Life and having it more abundantly'.
- John 10:10

       This Life Jesus is offering you is something you can have now, not later. The trueness of it amidst the cultural dreams and successful cycled lifestyles of dullness.

A Life where you pursue no one and nothing as you would like you pursue Jesus. There's another life out here for you and treasure's are endless, that not even a marriage, job, your business, or some sort of mental conditioning could give you. This Life is what Jesus is talking about and you can only find through Him alone.

'What if you die today or tomorrow?" they say.

Well what if you life 70 more years?

Seek Jesus. Serve God.

Be ungrateful. Don't settle for the half a gift. Take the fullness of it.

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Edition #2 Rocky II

     Rocky II, the rematch. Apollo changes his mind seconds after the fight to demand a rematch, right before he said there wasn't going to be another one. Contrary to popular belief of how the internet has destroyed great conversation, Apollo Creed is hit with hate mail from thousands. There's a much better story than the original. Rocky's no longer a character that your forced to like, he actually does stuff this time. It seems throughout this collection, the original Rocky is the only disc with special features, which is a shame. I would have liked to have seen some special features from the other films, especially part 3.

Into the Blu 4K Edition #1

 

   

     After owning a little over 930 DVD titles I thought it was time to start my transition to Blu rays and 4K UltraHD home videos. Streaming sucks, so I'm sticking with the physical.

        My first edition is the 40th Anniversary Rocky The HeavyWeight Collection, from Rocky through Rocky Balboa. This Blu Ray collection comes packaged 6 artful character cards, with 6 disc in one. It's rare now a days to find a great disc cover, but the Rocky collection had a lot of care put into it, making it a keeper.
         The picture is so beautiful. It was like watching Rocky for the first time. However, Rocky has become so clear to a fault, specifically the final fight scene. In most scenes of the fight, the crowd goes into complete darkness, showing the film's obvious low budget. To be honest, I never really cared for the original Rocky. At least in the first Rocky, this character is the sappiest character in film history. His 'poor me' underdog persona is frustrating to watch. Inspired by the boxer Chuck Wepner, who knocked down a past prime stage, Muhammed Ali. All he wanted to do was go the distance. Step in the ring and tell the champ he almost beat him. Get the girl and be some type of hero. A real Cinderella story. Unfortunately for Rocky, Cinderella is a fairy tale and Rocky is predominately base around realism. All this underdog and going the distance messages in the movie are overblown, practically getting on their knees begging for that Oscar that should have went to a superior picture. If I would do anything to make this movie better:

Rocky : Hey, Apollo I almost had you.
Apollo:You almost had me. You never had me. You never had your punches.
Crowd:Ohhhhhh!
Apollo: Grandpa stance. Yelling for your girlfriend before even listening for the results. Almost had me? (He says to overacting extra.) Ask any boxer. Any real boxer. It don't matter if you win in the 3rd or 15th round. It doesn't matter if you win by the skin of your teeth. Winnings, Winning. So, take your little participation trophy girlfriend as the final shot.

Just Jump

 
Have you ever got a sense that this it? No matter where you are life, rich, poor, or somewhere in the middle, if your minimalist or someone with high expectation, do you still feel like nothing on this earth can satisfy? Has the hopelessness set in. I don't usually like to say this kind of stuff because it makes me sound mystical, but during my senior year of high school, I was getting this vision, seeing the rewards of my consistent decent behavior being expressed by the white picket fence, wife and kids. For some that would bring feelings of happiness, only a rhetorical question came in my head, 'Is this it?'. Yes. There is nothing fresh down here and everything path life can take is a cliché. So, no thanks, I think I'll have the check now. Biggest Middle Finger to life to offing yourself before it offs you. Who's ever listening to this and has that sense and has had it for a long time, may I reintroduce to you a beautiful step you can take?

Great thanks. Drop down to your knees and give God all the praise. That rare sense of hopelessness is God's merciful gift to you. You see things that the blind optimist refuse to see. You see the gloom and doom of this life and you don't look away. My friend embrace that by giving your life to Christ, because the life He's offered you has no ceilings and it doesn't tolerate minimalist. Jesus abounds all expectations. He looks at our wants and needs and says 'is that it' , 'I can give you so much more'. You and people like us were already born with the confidence of The World Is Not Enough, we just have to take the pain and hopelessness in us and give it to Jesus. Accept him like you are now in your despair state and won't have worry about the need of enslaving yourself to all of this foolish, nonsensical self-help motivation speaking crap. Our angst are just to great for that, that we will crush under the weight of that false mindset. Free yourself of the falseness these people speak over a video just for a pat on the positivity back. They don't know or care about your hurt that is going inside you. At the end of the day, all those people have today are poster board slogans, 'get over it', 'eat better foods', 'seek therapy', 'this is not the end'--your right that's why we're ending it to get to the end. These empty words from these unemphatically vultures don't care about whether you end your life or not. They'll say oh no. Do a hashtag of suicide sucks. Give out a phone number to talk you out of something you believe has to be done. Then after a week, they'll go back to eating their fruit loops. The only person who truly fully knows what you are going through his Jesus Christ. He endured all that pain and horrors, because He is perfect.

Ultimately, what you do with your life is your choice and don't let anybody else take that away from you. But before you take those pills, slit the wrist, step in front of that bus that happens to be on time all of sudden, give yourself few seconds with Jesus. Trust me it will be enough for him.  

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Film:The Gym of Empathy and Patience

      If you would question anyone on the meaning of patience, you would probably get something similar to sitting through the end credits of an MCU film, waiting on the stinger. Self-help has become the new empathy, where I'm willing to be happy for you but get thee behind me if your expressing any type of hurt that will negate my aura of positivity; disavow immediately for any heartfelt tear-jerking expressions of the gloomy human experience. You can't grow in empathy by reading body language and delivering cheap empty slogans that only have place on a high school poster. Even if empathy and patience are a natural gift, they must both still be exercised in order to burn the fat that will diminish it; they both must be tightened, strengthened, and toned. Without conditioning, you will have cultivated an bloated, distorted form of that gift, forged into something all too cliché; Netflix is just be another treadmill to hang miscellaneous objects on.

     You need a gym with a vast amount of core working tools, Film: gym of empathy and patience. Not just any film will to the job. You need distinct perspectives that cover over all genres and subgenres, nationwide and worldwide. Give the self-indulging mainstream a rest for a few. Body language is all about making the viewer look smart, while empathy is looking into another person's eyes and feeling their souls pierce your own heart. You laugh and cry with them. There is laughing in mainstream but while your laughing without gains, studio execs are laughing their way to bank for selling you soulless, colorful images. Just take some time to embrace someone's perspective without cementing haste, judgmental thoughts in the first ten minutes of the film. This world is a swap meat for people that sell off their answers to questions no one is asking. They invite you  lifestyle where nothing feels fresh. These types of films are not above the surface; your going to have to submerge yourself.





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