Ordinary Movie Analysis

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Ordinary is the best and the worst word to describe August 4th, 1992 in Grand Haven, Michigan. Ordinary was the Coast Guard Day festival going smoothly just as it did every year. Ordinary was the townspeople celebrating at the festival or staying home and enjoying their day off. In the Borne house, ordinary was the children watching their cartoons in the living room. It was Carolyn finding some way to occupy her time by cleaning. It was Kevin being the normal workaholic at his desk with the smooth jazz records playing loudly to keep him company. It was Erin starting on her history assignment due the next day, despite having the past two weeks to work on it. What happened that day, though, was decidedly the most unordinary occurrence to…show more content…
Maybe adrenaline was a better description. He hadn’t seen any signs of life thus far, but he knew they were in there. Both cars were in the driveway and almost every light was on except the one on the second floor—an attic?—he couldn’t know for sure, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered now was that he needed a weapon.

A catalog of traditional gun and knife models ran through his head, but he had none of them, nor did he know if the Borne’s had them. As far as he knew, Kevin wasn’t the hunting type, so there was no reason for him to keep a gun in the house. He could use a knife from the kitchen, but something about the idea seemed too overrated and bland, unsatisfying. A quick scan around brought his attention to a pile of chopped oak wood a few feet around the corner, a hatchet sticking out of one large piece. Kevin must have gotten lazy and didn’t finish the job, he thought, or perhaps Carolyn called him in for dinner… maybe they were having meatloaf and mashed potatoes and the kids were waiting for him to join… Yeah, that’s it. This man wouldn’t pass up a dinner with Carolyn and his kids either, but she wasn’t his wife, and they weren’t his kids, so the chopping would be finished tonight.



Just before 5 o’clock Carolyn Borne was in her bathroom, just having finished folding freshly-cleaned towels and humming a Celine
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