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"He slept that night in his own country and he had a dream wherein he saw God's pilgrims laboring upon a darkened verge in the last of the twilight of that day and they seemed to be returning from some deep enterprise that was not of war nor were they yet in flight but rather seemed coming from some labor to which perhaps these and all other things stood subjugate."
The Crossing, Cormac McCarthy


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Procrastination Theatre: February 2, 2012 I’m gonna go ahead and put this into the Saving Private Ryan category of “movies that you initially think you like, but that then later you realize completely emotionally manipulated you, and leave you pretty wrathful in that realization.” When I finished watching this, my thoughts were, “Okay. Not worthy of any Oscar noms, but kind of a nice movie nonetheless.” And then - I kid you not - as I was brushing my teeth, 12 hours later - I suddenly thought, “Whoa. WAIT A MINUTE.” The entire movie revolves around someone making a poop pie and having someone else eat it? Did my younger brothers or my goofy pro-scatalogical humor boyfriend write this script? Also, is the ending for real? “Good job on getting that job, Skeeter! Oh, bummer. The maid got fired. At least she can write now! Boy, I’m sure everything will work out for her now that there’s a writer in the family!” And, like, I’m not asking for everything to work out happily and unrealistically - but at least acknowledge that things have worked out sort of shittily and nothing has really happened. Because, really, what did the book of the maids’ stories even do? It embarrassed some white people, who then maybe did or didn’t change their ways regarding toilets. I mean, come on.  BUT, because they had that stupid little chubby toddler saying “I is kind. I is smart. I is important,” I teared up during the movie and actually thought I liked it! Emotional manipulation! Ugh! Stupid chubby toddler.  The best part of this entire movie was Jessica Chastain, who is so adorable I just wanted to hug her. But seriously: I’m renaming this movie The Help: At Least the White People Feel Better! And Some Black People Got a Cheque for Thirty-Nine Dollars. Was that a Lot Back Then?”   OR!!! The Help: Shit Happens.  Now, seriously, there’s no way I’m watching War Horse. 

Procrastination Theatre: February 2, 2012

I’m gonna go ahead and put this into the Saving Private Ryan category of “movies that you initially think you like, but that then later you realize completely emotionally manipulated you, and leave you pretty wrathful in that realization.”

When I finished watching this, my thoughts were, “Okay. Not worthy of any Oscar noms, but kind of a nice movie nonetheless.” And then - I kid you not - as I was brushing my teeth, 12 hours later - I suddenly thought, “Whoa. WAIT A MINUTE.”

The entire movie revolves around someone making a poop pie and having someone else eat it? Did my younger brothers or my goofy pro-scatalogical humor boyfriend write this script? Also, is the ending for real? “Good job on getting that job, Skeeter! Oh, bummer. The maid got fired. At least she can write now! Boy, I’m sure everything will work out for her now that there’s a writer in the family!” And, like, I’m not asking for everything to work out happily and unrealistically - but at least acknowledge that things have worked out sort of shittily and nothing has really happened. Because, really, what did the book of the maids’ stories even do? It embarrassed some white people, who then maybe did or didn’t change their ways regarding toilets. I mean, come on. 

BUT, because they had that stupid little chubby toddler saying “I is kind. I is smart. I is important,” I teared up during the movie and actually thought I liked it! Emotional manipulation! Ugh! Stupid chubby toddler. 

The best part of this entire movie was Jessica Chastain, who is so adorable I just wanted to hug her. But seriously: I’m renaming this movie The Help: At Least the White People Feel Better! And Some Black People Got a Cheque for Thirty-Nine Dollars. Was that a Lot Back Then?”  

OR!!! The Help: Shit Happens. 

Now, seriously, there’s no way I’m watching War Horse. 

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