The Movie ' The Blonde '

At the very end, after the narrator shoots himself in the mouth, he becomes Tyler. Throughout the movie, Tyler is obviously known for doing the absurd: starting a club to organize brutal fights, pouring lye on bare skin, etc. To foil that, the narrator is the timid ride along character who is never exactly sure of himself and seems to simply go with Tyler's flow. All of a sudden at the end, the narrator shoots himself in the mouth? This would be such a huge contradiction to his character, it simply can't be the case. I believe that the narrator let go and allowed Tyler to take control at the end. This explains shooting himself in the cheek, his calm demeanor at the end, and his (near) final lines of, "Trust me. Everything's gonna be fine,"

"I don't need back-ups. I'm going to Harvard." With this line Elle Woods (Reese Witherspoon) begin begins her journey to Harvard law in the iconic movie Legally Blonde. This movie follows Elle's progression from sorority girl to Harvard law graduate. After her future is shaken by an unexpected breakup she decides the best way to get her love back is to head to Harvard after him. However, through some unexpected turns, hard work, and hard lessons, she comes out stronger and more accomplished that she could have ever expected. This fun loving movie has many things to offer including a title that clues the audience in on the theme, a well picked lead actress, and a good message.

The night air was heavy with silence. Clouds drifted across a calm sky, and a full moon shone in the distance. In a small hut on the outskirts of the valley, an old man lay in bed, awake in the peaceful slumber of the village. His breaths came in rattling gasps, his forehead burned, and his joints felt stiff with pain. He shifted on the blankets, his withered hands clenched in fists as he tried to suppress the wave of bitter memories coming to him. His life had been nothing more than work, loss, tragedy. He remembered all of his hope, his ambition, in his youth, and he smiled bitterly. No one would remember him as the man that he had once hoped he would become. Now, as his breathing became heavier and he felt himself fading on the brink of

In the film Juice, there were four black teenage boys named Que, Raheem, Steals, and Bishop. They lived in Harlem, New York, were poverty has been an issue the past few decades. In Harlem there was a lot of crime, gang activity, drug abuse, shooting, and homicides among the black community. Each of the young men were living in a single parent household in a worn down neighborhood where they faced conflict with other local gang members from different racial backgrounds. Que was a local disc jockey trying to become known in the music industry. He and his friends would frequently skip school and go to a local hang-out spot where criminal activity took place. All four young men were involved in some form of petty/property crime around Harlem. They so much as skipped class to steal music albums from a small record store in their neighborhood. Bishop is one of Que’s best friends; they were so close people knew them as brothers around the hood. Out of all the four men, Bishop was the only one with two parents in the household. Even with both parents, Bishop was mostly involved in crime. He did not have a very strong bond with his father which took a toll on his relationship with other people. Bishop used his time at the hang-out spot to sell drugs; he made sure to carry a weapon and was always fighting with other gang members, he had a hard time fitting into society. In the movie Bishop stated, “I’m tired of running from police, I’m tired running from Chris (which

It was a hard rain that woke him up, the pitter patter on the windows and the clunking against the metal shackles. Tennent lifted his head off his blocky, drink stained pillow and headed toward the door. The sound of glass breaking whistled behind him as the liquor bottles sprung off his bed, being dragged by the blanket he held onto, like the pain and regret that were held in the shards would always follow him. He finally reached the door as he turned the bolts to lock as he always forget too, and started crawling to the mini refrigerator that hid in the back corner of the room. As Tennent crawled to the iced bar he remembered why he was only supposed to stay in this over expensive motel for a few nights, having to help his mother though the latest and recent flu that’s been going around.

Allison felt lost. As lost as when she learned that she’d never know her biological family. You’ve got to get over this girl. You just met him, and you know better than anyone that there’s no such thing as love at first sight. She sighed and stared out across the living room towards the divided french doors. Fog from the lake had risen and crept across the lawn. It held an eerie tranquility that increased her bleak mood.

He had gotten off the launch pad the wrong way, that was all. It was necessary to recalibrate. Seventeen years of quiet, reading and thought had been, perhaps, an affront to Karla’s gregariousness. Perhaps solitude, when accumulated, was a dark enemy of joy. Pouring liquor from one canister into another did not change the taste. There was hope in knowing this. He might yet find the right way to

The cop drove him to the station without saying a word. As Denny remembered, longed for, the pleasant zone he’d been in, he noticed the cop had a substantial scar on the back of his head and that the seatback had a small tear in it. As the zone continued to fade and Denny returned nearly entirely to his normal state of consciousness, he realized there was a lot to think about. And he had to admit things didn’t look good for him.

“Lovely!” He beamed, his hand sliding from her shoulder to her wrist. “Let’s go somewhere quiet, so we can talk.” Elena smiled and allowed him to navigate her though the crowd. Eventually she realized they were headed to an empty bedroom, to do what all wasted horny college students do. However, Elena, strangely enough, didn’t mind; the alcohol had put her at ease, silencing the anxiety that normally clawed at her thoughts.

Denny O’Callaghan woke to see bloodstains on his pillow, his bedsheets. He closed his eyes, groaned and rolled over. Maybe, he figured, he could fall back asleep. Blot out of his mind what he’d just seen. But the back of his head throbbed. He touched it and felt a bump the size of an egg, and his hair was sticky and matted there. His throat was so dry. He coughed. Blurry memories, specters nearly, from the night before flitted about in his mind’s eye. Vaguely shifting images. Incomplete. He’d been drinking tequila shots with the guys from the firehouse. Yelling. And then—nothing. He hoped if he kept his eyes closed long enough, maybe it would all go away.

Tyler has two personalities. I have a labile affect and two moods. I'm manic, or I'm depressed. Whichever I happen to be, no one but me can tell because my affect (my observable expression) is often totally incongruent with my actual mood. This is what is known as a labile affect - it shifts rapidly and without reason. That's from the DSM-IV as well, although I learned it from my first psychiatrist, Dr. Cohen.

When selecting shows for our theatre arts program, the goal is to give students an opportunity to discover their creative abilities, inspiring them to strive for artistic excellence. While providing students an outstanding experience of performing live theatre is important, it is the artistic and personal journey these young women and men take that lies in the heart of our program. Theatre allows students to take risks, learn to work collaboratively, and challenge themselves discover both their potential.

Gerard rolled over and sat up as he heard Mikey open cabinets and drawers downstairs. His head still felt heavy and fuzzy with disorientation, like it had been yesterday, feeling like someone had filled his head with molten metal and it had slowly hardened overnight. He placed his feet on the carpet and willed his legs to allow him to stand up on the cold, hard wood. He didn't feel particularly sick, more depersonalized, like a part of him was still laying in bed

While Jason’s life was starting to head back in the right direction, Tyler’s was doing quite the opposite. He was starting to get seriously messed up mentally and physically. He also owed a lot of people money and they were looking to find him. His life was at an all time

“Legally Blonde” is a wonderful musical because the colorful scenes gives audience a visual enjoyment, and the beautiful music gives them a fresh acoustic experience. “Legally Blonde” is presented by Performance Riverside and RCC Fine & Performing Arts. It is directed and choreographed by Roger Castellano, and the musical director is Dennis Castellano. I went to watch this great show, which was performed at RCC’s Landis Performing Arts Center, on September 27,2014 at 2 p.m. I would like to comment on this musical in three ways: the plot, the design, and the acting.