Sunday, February 12, 2012
Photographs
Do you ever look at a photograph and vividly remember what was going on in the world around the photographer? Sometimes I look at pictures of myself from the past and it feels like I can see a short clip from a movie. For instance, I have a photo of myself and my dog from when I was really little. On that day, I wore black pants, a purple shirt, and some suspenders with a variety of colorful hearts. I can remember my mom and dad taking me up the canyon on a long ride, I even feel like I can still see some of the things that I saw out the window as we were driving along. We pulled over and one point and my mom wanted a picture. So, I grabbed the dog, walked her to the side of the road (while she stood on two legs and I held her arms) and held her up for the picture. I wish I could write out what's going on in my head. It really does feel like a short and sweet film.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
The Woman in Black
Last night Steve and I watched an extremely scary movie. There was a point in the movie when nearly every person in the theater screamed at once. All I could think about, besides not peeing my pants, was that it would've been so awesome if the theater would have filmed us and showed our faces as soon as the movie was over. I think I'll invest in the idea, who's with me?
I should probably also note that half of the local junior high student body was in our theater as well. At the beginning of the movie while things like the director's and producer's names were introduced girls were screaming. It was totally unnecessary, but I decided rather than be annoyed by it, that I would enjoy as though it were a feature provided to make the movie more intense. This worked out really well, too bad I can't apply the same theory in any other movie I go to. For instance, I recently saw War Horse, and the woman next to me was narrating the movie. She said things like "Oh, the horse is sad now" or "It's starting to rain." I cannot get over it, maybe if she had the voice of Morgan Freeman then it wouldn't have bothered me nearly as much...
I should probably also note that half of the local junior high student body was in our theater as well. At the beginning of the movie while things like the director's and producer's names were introduced girls were screaming. It was totally unnecessary, but I decided rather than be annoyed by it, that I would enjoy as though it were a feature provided to make the movie more intense. This worked out really well, too bad I can't apply the same theory in any other movie I go to. For instance, I recently saw War Horse, and the woman next to me was narrating the movie. She said things like "Oh, the horse is sad now" or "It's starting to rain." I cannot get over it, maybe if she had the voice of Morgan Freeman then it wouldn't have bothered me nearly as much...
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