Thursday, September 29, 2005
The Contest, Sort Of
I like the modern sort of melodrama where someone gives his soul alway to some black-hearted prick of global industry.
Ah hah, but another resists and we love that person! Who'll triumph after suitable cinematographic trials. Such outcome promises
a degree of redemption even for the cowardly. Or at the least a reduction of pressure when the spitting Captain of Industry
is led off in handcuffs.
All of it like professional wrestling, with a villain clearly defined opposite Purity.
Trouble is we normally give half our soul away under the influence of those like us.
In a plotless series of uneventful scenes.
Where we learn to be grown-up, and realistic. Avoiding such pronouncements such as Life is shit! Asking rather, Now what we
can work out here.?
Experience will show, too, that chiding the passionate aids success. Prior to running them over.
Actually, we simply have others to break in. This is called responsibility.
Okay, not much of a film, but the actors try, half-sick at heart.
A few colleagues avoid most everything by anaesthetizing, and you count them happy.
In the lovely aromas of summer while kids or grandkids play in the woods, they're alone with ever distant sounds of life.
I like the modern sort of melodrama where someone gives his soul alway to some black-hearted prick of global industry.
Ah hah, but another resists and we love that person! Who'll triumph after suitable cinematographic trials. Such outcome promises
a degree of redemption even for the cowardly. Or at the least a reduction of pressure when the spitting Captain of Industry
is led off in handcuffs.
All of it like professional wrestling, with a villain clearly defined opposite Purity.
Trouble is we normally give half our soul away under the influence of those like us.
In a plotless series of uneventful scenes.
Where we learn to be grown-up, and realistic. Avoiding such pronouncements such as Life is shit! Asking rather, Now what we
can work out here.?
Experience will show, too, that chiding the passionate aids success. Prior to running them over.
Actually, we simply have others to break in. This is called responsibility.
Okay, not much of a film, but the actors try, half-sick at heart.
A few colleagues avoid most everything by anaesthetizing, and you count them happy.
In the lovely aromas of summer while kids or grandkids play in the woods, they're alone with ever distant sounds of life.
