Age of Adaline

This movie is just wow. Age of Adaline’s story is not your ordinary movie, it is all about a woman who stopped aging. She was married then and loses her husband in the construction of Golden Gate Bridge.

The miracle began when she survived a car accident, totally wrecked. After she survived the accident, her age and looks seems to have been frozen and she didn’t age any since that day started. She can be killed but never will she die of natural causes. In the movie, Adaline has a daughter. Her daughter which is played by a older person makes their relationship extra weird but sweet. Adaline lives alone with her dog, yes, she had many dogs already who had left her as they age. She then met a man who is as same age as she is frozen to be, but the thrill goes with her secret that she is aged just like his grandmother.

The twist of the story goes with the revelation that the father of the guy she just met was just the very person she was supposed to marry years ago. And the climax then, goes on and on.

Her frozen age miracle ended when she then encountered another car crash and got critical but later on survived it.

She was happy when she saw that first gray on her hair which tells that she is now back to normal.

Blake Lively has a very captivating beauty, poised and just so perfect for the role. The movie would make you want to try having that miracle, too. It captivated my imagination and made me realize a lot of things. This movie is a big budget film, a powerful one too. If it’s mission is to captivate your heart, it

won. The movie makes itself like a self-help about the importance of commitment. The sadness of have loving and losing, the family ties. I have never seen a movie like this, that 1 hour and 52 minutes length of movie is so interesting it made me feel like it was just 30 minutes. Every situation Adaline gets into is

just so heartwarming. This one is better than that movie, “The curious case of Benjamin Button.” I don’t know but I think this one is close to reality for me. Atleast the idea of preserving someones youth.

Miracles do happen, I know but this one is different. Most science are giving their best to preserve

someone’s youth and fight all the natural causes of death. So thumbs up and they did well in capturing my imaginations and dreams.

The side I want to point out is that, we are given this life and we age, this gives us experience and lesson.

This will make our life exciting and more fun to live. If given a chance, I will still live normally. My reason? I didn’t want to see my love ones leave me or anything close to that. I want to grow old with my husband, and want my children to take care of me someday.

But hey, if you want to be entertained, this is a good movie to watch.

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Destruction or Creation?


Review of “The Destructors”

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What sets man apart from the rest of the animal kingdom is more than an opposable thumb or the ability to form oral language: it is the innate paradox of good appearing as evil and evil being veiled as good. In Graham Greene’s “The Destructors,” this complex mechanism is illustrated through the language, events, and characters. With his powerful short story, Greene uses children to examine a darker side of humanity that adults must take responsibility for.

The mood of “The Destructors” is saddening and anxious; throughout the story, the reader is made to both condemn the devastating actions of the boys but, simultaneously, to fear for their punishment. Greene makes it frighteningly clear how desolate the boys’ environment is and how little supervision is provided by adults or authority figures. Rather than insipidly squandering their hours away in self pity or starving of loneliness, the boys seek out the company of their peers and, in a microcosm of adult society, they attempt to bring order, structure, and productiveness (since, after all, “destruction is a form of creation” (337)), to a situation where there is none. Another positive aspect of humans that is revealed in the story is the necessary but unfortunate ability to compartmentalize emotions in an effort to survive. This is most clearly demonstrated when “T” tells Mike that “all this love and hate, it’s soft, it’s hooey… there’s only things” (338). The abandonment and apparent poverty that the boys are growing up in make cloudy the value of emotions. Both love and hate are hurdles in the quest for survival and efficiency, and as Trevor has learned and Mike is learning, it is the tangible aspects of life that can provide stability and continuity.

More prevalent in “The Destructors” is the criticism of human nature. Primarily, Greene reviles the need to acquiesce to leadership without assessing it. The gang in the story is lead by the smartest member; in the beginning, that was Blackie, but the leadership role is taken over by Trevor when he exhibits more awe-inspiring ideas. Although it seems reasonable that leadership is necessary to avoid chaos, the gang follows blindly as Trevor leads them down a path of destruction and apathy rather than evaluate the reasons for their dismantling of an innocent man’s house and the repercussions of such an action. Not only does the gang cause the boys to commit harmful and unreasonable crimes, but it perpetuates the “fickleness of favor” (333) that is so intrinsic in all types of politics. This hypocrisy of conditional loyalty is clear when the less powerful boys in the group need nothing more than a change of vocal tone before turning on their supposed leader.  Furthermore, the endless capacity for adaptation allows for the intellectual ability to twist seemingly reasonable principles into bad action. Trevor explains that they must destroy Old Misery’s home because “it’s a beautiful house” (330) and that “nothing holds it up” (330). The need to destroy what is beautiful is common in times of trouble and dissatisfaction; beauty seems to mock the unfortunate and dismiss their suffering. The house itself represents the boys since it has little support. If they can conquer this structure, perhaps they might gain some control over their own situations.

Rife with symbolism, Greene uses language to emphasize the characters and the plot. Trevor loses his name to the code “T” upon entering the gang, a practice not unique to him. The loss of his true name represents the superficiality of a person within the gang. Just as his name is transient, his position is, and once involved in the majority-minded group, nothing is certain. On page 334, Mike, the youngest member of the group, explains that he has to be late to the meeting of destruction because he has “got to go to church.” Greene uses this to comment on the hypocrisy of religion and its inability to provide solutions in times of trouble. Mike ends up skipping Church; this might seem sinful, but in reality, it is more genuine than any other action he could have made because it is, at the very least, consistent with the rest of his behavior. The lack of innocence, another theme in the story, is shown. Trevor ascertains that a “child’s saw” (334) is not to be used, reminding the reader that they are, in fact, children. Later, on page 339, Trevor “protest[s] with the fury of the child he had never been” against the abandoning of his project.

Regardless of their redeeming qualities, cruelty stemming from cynicism is at the heart of the story. “One moment the house had stood there with such dignity between the bomb-sites like a man in a top hat, and then, bang crash, there wasn’t anything left- not anything.” For Trevor, this description validates his insecurities that not only emotions are unstable, but objects are, as well.  In the end, all the characters are left with gaping voids; the gang has no empathy and Old Misery has no home, but he has a newfound bond with the younger generation.

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Just saw “Brooklyn.” Here is my review:

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GO SEE IT. Now. I’ve even provided you with easy access to the showtimes. Don’t even read the rest of this article first. Look up a showtime, go see it, then come back here and enjoy reliving some of the film’s finer moments.

Colors: Beautiful. Every shot. This whole film seems bathed in a pure light. I don’t know much about how lighting works, but I know something special when I see it. You know that feeling when you’re standing out on an open field, or on a boat, and there is just enough white cloud in the sky so that the sun disperses everywhere, evenly, coolly, without being obscured? That’s how the film looked. Bright, white, clean, clear. Pale blues. True reds. Natural greens. Milky whites. Matte blacks.

Costumes: Tailored, post-war (1952 to be exact), chic. Restrained yet seductive. I think the climax of the movie may have been the moment a certain young lady virgin removes her retro-designer business-casual ensemble to reveal a silk camisole, garter belt, underwear, stockings and bralette the color of vanilla ice-cream lit by moonlight reflected off the wings of a swan while your eyeballs are injected with Molly. Yep. That good.

I mean, I don’t know about you, but when I would see old pictures of ladies in their old-fashioned three-piece-skirt suits, my mind didn’t imagine their undergarments. I assumed they wore granny panties. I assumed that even though they had 25 year old faces, they had 67 year old bodies. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I just am not that old yet. So to see that so much ceremony extended to lingerie hit me in the- in the heart.

Granted, the character might not wear such nice underwear everyday. Maybe her woman’s intuition told her that “tonight’s gonna be a good, good night.” But even her “casual” underwear, her day-to-day garter and thigh-high stockings and lace undershirt are a whole lot more romantic than the average low-right bikini or thong from Victoria’s Secret.

The acting was fabulous. So much emotion, but so little exaggeration. This movie was build on high stakes, like one of those beach houses on stilts. No room for apathy. Every tear deserved.

There was plenty of humor, too. And Jessica Pare.

The music was delightful. The story was uplifting. There was suspense, sadness, joy, and a glimpse of Long Island when it still looked like the wilderness.

Please, do yourself a favor and go. Take a loved one so you can hold each other’s hands tenderly and be grateful to be alive.