Analysis Of The Movie ' Freddy '

From a very young age I’ve experienced and seen many unbelievable things, things that no child should ever see nor go through. One of these memories I remember as if it happened yesterday took place when I lived with my mother and her boyfriend. This man who I believed was kindhearted letting us move from our trailer into his apartment would go to be a person seared into my mind through fear and pain. After a few weeks he would start abusing my mother on a regular bases the same way he did to me. One night, he started striking my mother and even though I knew what could happen to me, I found the strength and tried to intervene.

On a Sunday morning of March 15 1998, we woke up super early to the phone ringing on the other side was my dad. My grandmother answered the phone her face paled as she heard the words “mom I shot myself.” After talking to him for a bit my grandmother rushed out of her room to get my uncle up and they rushed to the house to see him up walking around with a hole in his stomach. Ambulance came to get him then rushed him to meet life force. He flat lined once on the helicopter. They were able to bring him back and stabilized him, and kept him stabled till they got to the hospital. They rushed him immediately into the OR, it was around 15 to 20 minutes into surgery that he had passed away, they were unable to bring him back due to the major loss of blood. My mom soon remarried and I gained two annoying step brothers and a step dad. One step brother didn’t bother me to bad, the other one poked and picked on me trying to pick fights. My step dad had episodes where he was violent and threw things at me and my mom. I withdrew more and more until a few of my friends literally grabbed me by my arm and told me to wake up that they were not going to let me push them away

Every day I went to see my father, in the worst state I have ever seen anyone. He could not talk to me, look at me, feel my touch or remember I was there. My dad had been unconscious for almost a month and a half. Even he gained back consciousness, he could barely remember anything that had happened or that anyone had come to see him. I believe the thing that had changed me the most had been that I had to grow up and make extremely adult decisions suddenly. My boyfriend and I had been the only ones in my family who were responsible enough to talk to the police, the doctors, and put together the pieces. We had numerous talks with the police about the reports, what happened and when, who had hit him and where was his vehicle. Unfortunately, the police had a description of a car but had not an idea as to who had hit him. I also had fed his dogs every day and kept his house safe, making sure that no one had broken into his home. I also had taken care of his insurance. I talked to the doctors about big decisions and surgeries. Even after my father had been released from the hospital’s care, he had been taken to Greenville County Detention Center on charges of a

Mylan over heard me crying and rushed in the room with a frying pan and beat my step-dad senseless. My mother learned of the ordeal and threw my stepfather out, she spoke to Mylan and I and whispered " You two put warmth in my heart to see that you protect one another". My mother always said she rather we go against the world before we go against each other. My brother knew I was gay, but when I try to say it vocally he would just say "I know big little brother". After Hurricane Katrina we evacuated to Fayetteville, NC. The following summer when Mylan was 15 and I was 16 there was an incident that involved Mylan almost drowning. When I answered the door to see our neighbor crying I knew something had happened. I ran as fast as I could to my neighbors house I ignored the police and other emergency responders. Mylan was laying on the grown unconscious and not breathing. I broke down crying and did my best to get right next to hime but the police wouldnt let me get near Mylan. He spent the next two weeks unconscience and I spent the better half of that week worried sick. Mylan woke up july 22,

The gender binary being exclusive and a cause for inner turmoil for individuals that do not fall within one of the poles can be seen clearly through Hedwig’s sense of identity in Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Hedwig’s gender identity throughout the film is a topic of debate, because though it can be safely assumed that Hansel was not heterosexual, their gender identity in the beginning seems to be male and they had a sex change operation so they would be able to marry the American soldier, Luther, and leave East Berlin for the United States. After the botched sex change operation, however, Hedwig does not seem to feel complete, as they are always searching for their other half to make them whole. The sex change operation was simply a means to an end for him at the time, though he did take on the persona of Hedwig after. When the viewer is presented to Hedwig, they seem to identify more as a woman than a man, as they refer to themself with female pronouns and to Hansel with male pronouns. Hedwig’s struggle with their identity is a product of the gender binary. They felt like they present as one or the other and because their sex was supposed to be female, they felt like they had to be. Hedwig presentation was hyper-feminine, from the big blonde hair to the done makeup, to the “girly” outfits. Their pressure to stick to the feminine expectations was so great, that they did not even allow their husband to perform drag, which he loved. Yet, being so hyper-feminine was not enough

Back in 2012, I live in a town called Middleburg, Florida. May 27th was my brother’s birthday, so, to celebrate, we were going to his favorite restaurant, the ‘Jacksonville Ale House’. We stopped at a gas station before heading there to pick up something. My brother and I stayed inside the car, and it seemed like my parents took forever inside the gas station. Whenever they finally came out, they had a woman around late 20s and a little girl with them. They both smelled horrid and looked like they had not showered in a couple days. I remember my parents saying, “we are going to take them to the west side of Jacksonville and drop them off in the Walmart parking lot”. The woman and little girl had been kicked out of their house by the woman’s husband, who had worked for my dad in the past. When we went and dropped off the woman, we gave her our number and said to call us if she needed us to watch the little girl. Her name was Sam. We went on with our night and right as we were leaving the Ale house, we got a call from the woman asking if we could watch Sam overnight. She came and stayed with us, and her mom did not call us back for a couple days. Those couple days turned into weeks, eventually months. My parents started taking foster parenting classes and eventually called CPS (child protective services). That is when Sam became my foster sister.

In Eagle River, Wisconsin June of 2006 my parents and I made the 30 minute drive from my brothers camp, Kawaga, to mine, Chippewa. I was seven years old sitting in the back seat of this car thinking about how my brother, Max, loves his camp so I would too. However, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. We arrived and my parents stopped the car to take a picture of me in front of the big red rustic sign “Chippewa Ranch Camp” it said. As we drove down the long dirt driveway it finally hit me that I was about to get out of this car and not see my parents for an entire month. I couldn’t even spend the night out I would call them to pick me up at midnight from my friends homes, how in the world was I going to survive four whole weeks of

I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards

In the movie Monsters Inc., the power company, Monsters Incorporated, supplies all of the electricity for the town of Monstropolis by scaring children and collecting the screams to provide energy for the town. At the beginning of the movie Sully and Mike, the best scarers of Monsters Inc., are watching the company’s commercial. The commercial states, “The future is bright at Monsters Incorporated. We power your car, we warm your home, we light your city… Carefully matching every child with their ideal monster to produce superior screams defined into clean, dependable energy. Every time you turn something on, Monsters Incorporated is there…” The commercial also provides visuals of how large Monsters Incorporated, how they employ a large amount

Disney movies are often idolized for creating empowering princess’s to give little girls hope and to allow to believe in their dreams, but Disney's movie Tangled they show a different kind of Princess. In Disney’s 2010 movie Tangled a Princess gets separated from her parents (the King and Queen) because an evil woman wanted the child with the magic hair. Rapunzel's magic hair sent her into the adventure of a lifetime, but as suspected when Rapunzel was locked in a tower for eighteen years of her life and it had taken a toll on her mental state. Rapunzel shows signs of being schizophrenic and travels with a man who has to deal with that. The movies take you through Rapunzel's adventure outside of the castle and as she mental struggles with

I woke up the next morning not remembering what happened the day before. I forgot where I was, who I was with and why I was here. I got up from my new bed, went into the bathroom and took a shower. Immediately after I got out, I hear “Elizabeth get down here now!” being screamed from the kitchen. I had no idea why I was being screamed at so I quickly got dressed, brushed my long blonde hair that went down to my waist to avoid knots in my hair, and ran downstairs, not wanting to upset my new foster parents. Walking into the kitchen, I see everyone in the family eating at the table, assuming I was the last person

The best fictional movie of World War II is “The Boy in the Striped Pajamas” directed by Mark Herman. The movie is based on the novel written by John Boyne and the story is told from a German child’s view during the Holocaust. The general message the director and writer so vividly portrayed is that of a child’s innocence and young friendship. “The Boy in the Striped Pajamas” has a good storyline, great choice in actors, and overall it was thought-provoking and effective in showing a different view of World War II, despite a few discrepancies in authenticity, the movie is a must see.

In the movie, the Babadook, the characters express their grief that never leaves. It grows as “monster” that one learns how to deal with because losing someone is never gets easier. These scenes are compared and contrasted through mise-en-scè, cinematography, and editing. This scene analysis is going relate two scenes that helps understand what one goes through after a lost. The movie has characters that help express the misery of one that doesn’t learn how to grieve in a proper manner. How one overcomes the pain and changes for the better and slowly has better days. A brighter day might not come tomorrow, but learning how to control your days come within time.

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to

I was only four years old when my mother was murdered by my father I was there when it all started and I was there when it ended. Her death was a quick one so I was happy that she didn’t have to go through a painful death like the ones that I would have to witness first hand. After my mother’s death my life has been full of pain and sorrow. I miss mother but I know missing her won’t do me any good. The instant that father had murdered mother he put me inside of a facility where kids are not wanted.