Post #9 - My Review of "The Elephant Man"

            David lynch puts us through a surreal image based on the life of John Merrick, otherwise known as “the elephant man.”  The whole movie seems very odd, but gradually builds the character of Mr. Merrick.  I enjoyed the movie and, once I understood the ending, realized why this film is considered a masterpiece in its own right.  David lynch tried to paint us a picture through film and succeeded at getting his message across along with all the tasteful imagery and symbolism that comes with it.  Moreover, the painstaking amount of detail that was put in to every aspect of the film is apparent in every scene.  Everything happens for a reason and every shot, even the seemingly unimportant ones, serve a purpose when you look at the film holistically.  The fact that the film is in black and white emphasizes many aspects that would normally be hidden away in a color film.  Lynch made sure to make everything just right in this work of art; he conveyed his message, and easily imbues the audience with emotion.  This is a wonderful film that I would recommend to just about anyone.

Post #8 - My Name is John Merrick

            Today I was happily informed that I shall, hence forth, be a permanent resident at the London.  Oh, I’ve never been happier.  After all that I’ve been through it seems that I am finally accepted.  I am home.  Treves, one of my only friends, gave me beautiful box and inside was an array of grooming utensils.  Why, it was a pleasant surprise and I’d say that I am truly grateful for everything.  Without Treves I’d still be with Bytes, that wretched man.  Now I am visited by all manner of aristocratic gentry rather than the many crude onlookers at the carnival.  I’m happy here and now that I know this is my home, I feel safe and secure.  Perhaps, I may someday be cured, if there is hope for me to be a part of London society, I will gladly wait an eternity.  Still, I wish that I may someday see my mother again, so she may see how I’ve grown up and what I’ve made of myself.

Post #7 - Welcome to my Nightmare

My dreams are always really weird.  Not weird in the sense that what’s happening is strange, but the fact that they change in theme very quickly.  My dreams are quite normal actually, I’ll have random dreams about coming to school, or walking around my house and nothing would be out of the ordinary.  Then, suddenly everything gets very morbid: things start to disappear, people start to die.  There was one dream I had that I still don’t understand to this day.  I was at some house, not sure whose, and I was really small so I had to look up to things, like if I was 5.  Kids who I assume were my friends were all playing hide and seek, and I decided to join in.  However, when I started playing things started getting twisted.  The person looking was suddenly some odd looking teddy bear, nothing deadly, just a simple teddy bear.  Even so, in my dream I just felt terrified, like if I could die any minute; and, then my friends started to disappear.  Eventually I was all by myself, I ran and tried to get away, but the bear stayed close by at all times.  When I finally found somewhere that looked safe, I hid and checked around the corner.  The bear was right there, slowly getting closer.  And then I woke up.