…Something Beautiful…

It’s not often that something in this world happens that is truly beautiful. There is a time and a place for everything. There is a story that many people out there know about, more out there should know about, and the few that know about it, to whom does not give enough credit, that more credit should be given to. If that was not a mouth full, then it should be simply stated as this… If it weren’t for that music… If it weren’t for that story… If it weren’t for that spikey haired person that we all are… then it would be us… the story is Final Fantasy VII and its all about us and how we really are just an illusion hiding from the truth, our own selves, its just the privileged few that really learn who we are… and that, that is something that is truly beautiful.

One Time at Writer’s Camp…

It feels like there is a lost oasis of High School drama that nearly every Hollywood writer feels the need to tap into, at some point or another of there career. Unfortunately this feeling is so strong it winds up controlling all of their writing, takes a contemporary classic story and turns it into “Not Another Teen Movie…” Normally there would be no need to make a big deal, movies like “American Beauty,” had a message, had a story, told it till the last drop, and then moved on. That would normally be the idea for most “teen” movies, but when you add in a legitimately good “legend” and give it this “teen” twist it winds up giving completely unneeded or unwarranted discrepancies. Inevitably the focus of the problem arises to the newly unearthed rumored X-Men movie that has been circulating across the internet. The only question that can be asked is… WHY? What is the need to turn all of these characters into teenagers? Looking at this cries “X-Men: Evolution,” but knowing the recently contemporary surge of combining “darker” themes and “shock” themes to all of the aspiring Hollywood, “Greats’,” own work, it is fearfully apparent that this new movie could be, “X-Men: Beautiful American Evolution”

Technology 1,000,001, Humans 3.

Let me first start off with a little history; I was at a friend’s home recently… We have some how discerned this odd ritual where upon seconds before our departure of our meetings, we find ourselves returning things that we have unearthed, items that were borrowed from each other, and inadvertently time has truly forgotten. Unbelievably enough, some of these items are so rare that, when he returns an old shirt that has a certain big blue super hero that yells “Spoon!” brandishing the front, or a great novel retelling the life of a certain ruler of a land known as Barovia, I am not always as surprised, as instead finding myself falling into a nostalgic past time fissure, with scrawny little skinny arms outreaching for that artifact of childhood fantasy. And so it was, I found my self once again shaking the hands of an old friend, with opposing hand clutching a once forgotten, magical “ring of truth.” As I departed from his home and entering my car, I gasped in disbelief and gazed down as if cobwebs and dust entombed an arcane tome of a felled civilization. That tome was a computer program… entitled… “The Secret of Monkey Island” from a group of people, once called Lucasfilm Games. I knew what I had to do… “Return to Monkey Island”… But… as technology has it… as the Windows XP system whirled to life and the start-up screen was ignored the familiar MS-DOS prompt shortcut from the now lost WIN 95 system is no where to be found… I find myself once again in the possession of one of the greatest works of human minds… lost to the compiling language and consuming “machine” of technology. Or, to put it more bluntly… I now have another of the world’s coolest paper rocks time has ever seen. I tried to write a letter to “whom it may concern…” but I fearfully doubt that my solid basis of consumer ownership has any value in the eyes of the great “haves” that would other wise see me as another dollar bill to be given to an already bulging wallet. Describing a lost battle and seeking a new means to win the war has proven that Technology has once again beaten the Human. Its times like this that I find the Wachowski brothers in light of what may yet come to be…