Waaaaaall-eeeee....
Roger Ebert said of this movie: "Pixar’s “WALL•E” succeeds at being three things at once: an enthralling animated film, a visual wonderment and a decent science-fiction story. After “Kung Fu Panda,” I thought I had just about exhausted my emergency supply of childlike credulity, but here is a film, like “Finding Nemo,” that you can enjoy even if you’ve grown up. That it works largely without spoken dialogue is all the more astonishing; it can easily cross language barriers, which is all the better, considering that it tells a planetary story".
I heartily agree with Mr Ebert. The fact that this movie is so great with a child and an adult is part of the success of Pixar. Did any of you catch the references to Star Wars or 2001? They were there, especially when a talking computer refuses to agree with a captain (that sounds familiar). There were many other instances of cases where Walmart would throw a fit, with a Superstore leaving trash all over the earth and leaving Wall-E to clean it up. Isn't that strange, when I thought Walmart and Disney were partners together or something like that.
Not to mention the great animation that Pixar had to offer. Great space scenes!! I thought it was amazing how they captured the immense space and made it so real, like the underwater scenes in Finding Nemo. It looks like you're really in space, with Wall E putting his hand through the rings of Saturn.
I loved this movie! "I didn't know there were stars! I didn't know we had a pool!"
Monday, June 30, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
My Pumpkin Story
A little bird wanted me to write a little story about my cat, Pumpkin. So, I will do the best I can to achieve this....
Once upon a time (too corny maybe?), there was a lazy (albeit) wise cat named Pumpkin. Now, he is deemed wise because of his adventures with past lifetimes. His first life was spent wandering through aimless streets and houses with no identity to his name. He knew that somebody took care of him, because he was declawed and neutered (now kids, go ask your parents if you don't understand what this is). Yet, he knew that there wasn't a real home for him.
One day, he wandered to a house that looked promising, because of the amazing number of tenants living there. He discovered that this house owned five cats! He was about to be inducted into a new group and friends, and was overjoyed to find playmates. He came to find out the owner was named Sue, and was willing to share her food with him as well as her four children. Yet, as things soon came to pass, the cats did not share his enthusiasm. He was continually made fun of, called nasty names to his face, pulled and tugged by the youngest child, and worst of all, beat up because he was the "outsider". He was just trying to fit in and find his own way when the cats wanted to hurt him maliciously. Just when he felt that his days were numbered, and life was not worth living with these fascist kitties, he found himself in a box taken to another world...
He found himself living another life in a home with a woman named Shelley and her incredibly intelligent, popular daughter (place name here, children.) Shelley welcomed Pumpkin in with open arms and a smile on her face. She was pleased to find that he needed two litter boxes, because of his many fights with the other cats he has not been able to use the litter box in one place. She also noted that he needed hairball medicine, as he was becoming sick with this infectious disease. He could not help it that his coat was so thick. And soon, he came to live with this family with care and ease, and realized that constant sleeping, laughing at birds, and extra water around the house was a cat's paradise. The End.
What do you think?
Once upon a time (too corny maybe?), there was a lazy (albeit) wise cat named Pumpkin. Now, he is deemed wise because of his adventures with past lifetimes. His first life was spent wandering through aimless streets and houses with no identity to his name. He knew that somebody took care of him, because he was declawed and neutered (now kids, go ask your parents if you don't understand what this is). Yet, he knew that there wasn't a real home for him.
One day, he wandered to a house that looked promising, because of the amazing number of tenants living there. He discovered that this house owned five cats! He was about to be inducted into a new group and friends, and was overjoyed to find playmates. He came to find out the owner was named Sue, and was willing to share her food with him as well as her four children. Yet, as things soon came to pass, the cats did not share his enthusiasm. He was continually made fun of, called nasty names to his face, pulled and tugged by the youngest child, and worst of all, beat up because he was the "outsider". He was just trying to fit in and find his own way when the cats wanted to hurt him maliciously. Just when he felt that his days were numbered, and life was not worth living with these fascist kitties, he found himself in a box taken to another world...
He found himself living another life in a home with a woman named Shelley and her incredibly intelligent, popular daughter (place name here, children.) Shelley welcomed Pumpkin in with open arms and a smile on her face. She was pleased to find that he needed two litter boxes, because of his many fights with the other cats he has not been able to use the litter box in one place. She also noted that he needed hairball medicine, as he was becoming sick with this infectious disease. He could not help it that his coat was so thick. And soon, he came to live with this family with care and ease, and realized that constant sleeping, laughing at birds, and extra water around the house was a cat's paradise. The End.
What do you think?
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Pirates like "R" movies, don't you?
To start with, I have learned from my sister that there is going to be one of the GREATEST art exhibits in Utah coming to the U! Picasso, Van Gogh, Matisse, Monet, all of the greats are going to be there, and I can't wait to see them. This is going to be so AWESOME. Everybody needs to go and look at this because when will you see a Van Gogh up close in Utah? Rarely.
Enough said about art. Now, I have been thinking about a question in my mind when my Victorian Lit teacher said today, "There isn't an Edward Norton movie that is bad. Name me one!" and I wasn't really able to name him one Edward Norton movie I've seen fully, because usually Edward Norton acts in movies that are given the R rating. Very troublesome in Utah, to say the least. I mean, I could pick up an Edward Norton movie at Hollywood video, but it isn't exactly the greatest thing to do when you're in an LDS family. Especially living at home. But this doesn't mean that I haven't seen rated "R" movies in the past. I just think it's overrated (pun?) when some movies deserve a wider audience, doesn't have some scenes usually given an R rating, yet still contain adult themes. Adult themes. Now, we have all gone to junior high, right? Have we learned about sex there? About violence? Extreme profanity? It isn't like we never see these things when we watch the news. So, I ask myself this question because I know this is a sensitive subject, but what is the big deal if the R rating is given to subjects that parents would know better not to let their children see, but they themselves know exactly what goes on in those movies, and won't be surprised?
An example: Psycho. That movie came out in 1960, yet still retains its R rating. Why? Because of the partial nudity in the shower scene. One that is suggested violence, because we see blood but never actually see the person get skewered, and the fact that this is scary. It is only scary because Hitchcock lets the audience believe what is happening, but never lets them see the action itself. And it is still rated R today, even though its entirety is played on tv, and I know many people who have seen this. Now, would this pass the standards of rated R today? No. But it still is.
A newer example would be Gosford Park. Now that, I would agree has an R rating, because it has the "f" word spoken twice I believe, as well as a reference to a sexual moment in a scene. It definitely fits the R category, yet I feel could be given a PG-13 rating because some of the parts included didn't need to be there. The story would have fit regardless of these few things, and I would add is a brilliant study of British society in the 1930s. So why do we think that R ratings are given to some movies and not others? Because Hollywood believes that the "f" word is rated R and the "s" word is PG-13? It just doesn't make sense to my mind. So, I have struggled with this conundrum for some time because, yes I pay for what I watch in the movie theater, but I still have the knowledge that I know what I'm about to see. So therefore, I would agree most others would be in the same place. You get what you pay for.
What I am willing to suggest is this: why do we set such high standards of a society that witnesses adult themes every day. Yes, I am excluding families from this topic because I know that this would not apply to them. Children shouldn't know about these things. But I am discussing about most of the population who do know. Would we still value Psycho in the future regardless of the R rating? Would we come to think that Gosford Park is a classic if we know that the "f" word is in there? I have suspicions that the world doesn't want another Lady Chatterley's Lover to be available, even though it's right there in our local libraries. So, might I add, is Schindler's List. I would never watch as a child, but still willing to learn about the Holacaust at age 22. Basically, I think like the pirates. The R rating is a punchline to a joke spoken through the ages. We still don't like to look at the news.
Enough said about art. Now, I have been thinking about a question in my mind when my Victorian Lit teacher said today, "There isn't an Edward Norton movie that is bad. Name me one!" and I wasn't really able to name him one Edward Norton movie I've seen fully, because usually Edward Norton acts in movies that are given the R rating. Very troublesome in Utah, to say the least. I mean, I could pick up an Edward Norton movie at Hollywood video, but it isn't exactly the greatest thing to do when you're in an LDS family. Especially living at home. But this doesn't mean that I haven't seen rated "R" movies in the past. I just think it's overrated (pun?) when some movies deserve a wider audience, doesn't have some scenes usually given an R rating, yet still contain adult themes. Adult themes. Now, we have all gone to junior high, right? Have we learned about sex there? About violence? Extreme profanity? It isn't like we never see these things when we watch the news. So, I ask myself this question because I know this is a sensitive subject, but what is the big deal if the R rating is given to subjects that parents would know better not to let their children see, but they themselves know exactly what goes on in those movies, and won't be surprised?
An example: Psycho. That movie came out in 1960, yet still retains its R rating. Why? Because of the partial nudity in the shower scene. One that is suggested violence, because we see blood but never actually see the person get skewered, and the fact that this is scary. It is only scary because Hitchcock lets the audience believe what is happening, but never lets them see the action itself. And it is still rated R today, even though its entirety is played on tv, and I know many people who have seen this. Now, would this pass the standards of rated R today? No. But it still is.
A newer example would be Gosford Park. Now that, I would agree has an R rating, because it has the "f" word spoken twice I believe, as well as a reference to a sexual moment in a scene. It definitely fits the R category, yet I feel could be given a PG-13 rating because some of the parts included didn't need to be there. The story would have fit regardless of these few things, and I would add is a brilliant study of British society in the 1930s. So why do we think that R ratings are given to some movies and not others? Because Hollywood believes that the "f" word is rated R and the "s" word is PG-13? It just doesn't make sense to my mind. So, I have struggled with this conundrum for some time because, yes I pay for what I watch in the movie theater, but I still have the knowledge that I know what I'm about to see. So therefore, I would agree most others would be in the same place. You get what you pay for.
What I am willing to suggest is this: why do we set such high standards of a society that witnesses adult themes every day. Yes, I am excluding families from this topic because I know that this would not apply to them. Children shouldn't know about these things. But I am discussing about most of the population who do know. Would we still value Psycho in the future regardless of the R rating? Would we come to think that Gosford Park is a classic if we know that the "f" word is in there? I have suspicions that the world doesn't want another Lady Chatterley's Lover to be available, even though it's right there in our local libraries. So, might I add, is Schindler's List. I would never watch as a child, but still willing to learn about the Holacaust at age 22. Basically, I think like the pirates. The R rating is a punchline to a joke spoken through the ages. We still don't like to look at the news.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Oh those good old Saturday mornings...
Do you remember when with bated breath you waited to wake up on Saturday morning? When it made sense to wake up, because you had marvelous tv shows awaiting you? I remember when that was the case (practically centuries ago) when sleep didn't matter, but Gummi Bears and Rescue Rangers did. I don't even remember half the plots, some of the characters' names, or any of that stuff. It was all about the theme songs. I say this because my friend, kisconfuzzled, mentioned them in her blog. And it brought me back to those days.
A few months ago, my writing center tutors and I all shared a laugh watching theme songs to Ninja Turtles and Thundercats on Youtube. My friend Rachel started it, because she was obsessed with Batman, and everything comic under the sun. I showed her a few of my favorites, and she showed me hers. And then we involved the rest of the people in the room to join in. Pretty soon there was a round of applause after "Heroes in a half shell, turtle power!!!" was screamed so that everybody in the vicinity could hear (the testing center keeps telling us to keep it down, I should mark how many times on the whiteboard). Can anybody know the lyrics to "Down in Fraggle Rock"? Hmm? I can't. But I know the show. That's how powerful those songs can be. It makes me think of Flintstones Push Up Pops, running in the sprinklers, and hot sidewalks. Aw, the bliss. Whatever happened to the theme songs that mattered? Instead, what? You got...Pokemon? Who remembers that? Wait, I know that one. How about Ben 10 or whatever lame cartoons they have now? I don't even know the songs to those. Nope, it's only in my childhood that are the ones I know best. Can anybody join with me in Jem and the Holograms? "Jem is my name, noone else is the same, Jem is my naaaaame!"
A few months ago, my writing center tutors and I all shared a laugh watching theme songs to Ninja Turtles and Thundercats on Youtube. My friend Rachel started it, because she was obsessed with Batman, and everything comic under the sun. I showed her a few of my favorites, and she showed me hers. And then we involved the rest of the people in the room to join in. Pretty soon there was a round of applause after "Heroes in a half shell, turtle power!!!" was screamed so that everybody in the vicinity could hear (the testing center keeps telling us to keep it down, I should mark how many times on the whiteboard). Can anybody know the lyrics to "Down in Fraggle Rock"? Hmm? I can't. But I know the show. That's how powerful those songs can be. It makes me think of Flintstones Push Up Pops, running in the sprinklers, and hot sidewalks. Aw, the bliss. Whatever happened to the theme songs that mattered? Instead, what? You got...Pokemon? Who remembers that? Wait, I know that one. How about Ben 10 or whatever lame cartoons they have now? I don't even know the songs to those. Nope, it's only in my childhood that are the ones I know best. Can anybody join with me in Jem and the Holograms? "Jem is my name, noone else is the same, Jem is my naaaaame!"
Monday, June 16, 2008
Kiss Me Kate
So it seems that I am the only movie musical fan in my family for quite some time. I remember being forced to watch Singing in the Rain in my basement's computer before I could upgrade to a new standard of DVD player. When my happy Gene Kelly overture would start playing, I would burst into fits of giggles for the joys that await me. Only to be accompanied by fits of shouting "What are you watching!!! I hate this part!!! Why do you watch that scene over and over again!" It would bring a touch of salt to my sweet pie of MGM. As I said, I know that I am the only one, but I always feel I could use a companion to reply to my exclamations of wonder. Oh, to know that somebody feels that the shuffle step holds a place in my heart! The rhythms of Fred Aistaire match no other man's. But I digress.
As usual, I am watching a rapturous scene in Kiss Me Kate when there's a marvelous dance break by Bob Fosse (the master of dance himself!) and my mother walks into the front room and explains, "I've seen this one moviebuffy, it's boring." How could she know the disaster those words could bring to a girl? Boring? Bob Fosse? Never. Sure, I liked the idea of Howard Keel not being a Seven Brother, but this was icing on the cake. It was just a surprise to me that Bob Fosse had a career in movies. And isn't it great that there was a song called "I Hate Men" and that such a song exists? Not to wear a husband beater or anything. Ah, this is the stuff dreams are made of. It's just a minor setback when those in my family, I do not name names, feel that dancing just isn't up to their entertainment bar. I would say, let them be that way, but I know that they are one in many, and I am one in few. I feel just like Kermit the Frog when he said "It's not easy being green" and I would add "or a musicalphile". I just wish I had a support group for my guilty pleasure. And that's saying something, when I think of guilty pleasures as the occasional Dr. Pepper or that library notice on the kitchen table.
So to my mother I would say, let it be a mantra I stamp on my head: Long live those INCREDIBLY cheesy, enough to make you gag, stuck in a time warp, giggle when I hear the word "gay", MGM musicals.
As usual, I am watching a rapturous scene in Kiss Me Kate when there's a marvelous dance break by Bob Fosse (the master of dance himself!) and my mother walks into the front room and explains, "I've seen this one moviebuffy, it's boring." How could she know the disaster those words could bring to a girl? Boring? Bob Fosse? Never. Sure, I liked the idea of Howard Keel not being a Seven Brother, but this was icing on the cake. It was just a surprise to me that Bob Fosse had a career in movies. And isn't it great that there was a song called "I Hate Men" and that such a song exists? Not to wear a husband beater or anything. Ah, this is the stuff dreams are made of. It's just a minor setback when those in my family, I do not name names, feel that dancing just isn't up to their entertainment bar. I would say, let them be that way, but I know that they are one in many, and I am one in few. I feel just like Kermit the Frog when he said "It's not easy being green" and I would add "or a musicalphile". I just wish I had a support group for my guilty pleasure. And that's saying something, when I think of guilty pleasures as the occasional Dr. Pepper or that library notice on the kitchen table.
So to my mother I would say, let it be a mantra I stamp on my head: Long live those INCREDIBLY cheesy, enough to make you gag, stuck in a time warp, giggle when I hear the word "gay", MGM musicals.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Atonement
Atonement is not a book for children, but has a child as the major focus of the story. It is her story we are seeing and paying attention to, with a child's flaws and insecurities. Ian McEwan does well to make this novel a child's perspective, because it is her innocent hold on what is good and evil that changes the people around her forever, and causes her life to never be the same.
Why did Briony choose to read the letter Robbie sent to Cecilia? Was this further incentive to label him as a "maniac" and change their lives forever? These are the questions I've pondered as I read this book. On the one hand, I agree with Briony that he is somewhat perverted in his thinking and just wants to get with her older sister, which I can imagine is traumatizing to any young girl at 11. Yet, there's the love that is supposed to happen between two people but fails miserably to one mistaken identity. It wasn't fair to Briony to label him as the attacker of her cousin, when she was doing it out of blind (it was dark :) judgement. The novel does well to examine both sides of this incident, and see the reasons for both points of view. Atonement isn't just a novel about the redeeming cause of forgiveness, but the point in which we accuse, and live without guilt. It could be the Catholic in me, but I think that our actions determine lives. It may not seem that way to begin with, but the great linear equation of life balances on little pins, little judgement calls.
Although I saw the movie before I read the book, there was new information that added more sympathy toward Briony than if I just viewed the movie. It was very clear that her family was a troubled one, and this would make sense to a girl who just wanted to keep her family together to blame the trouble on an outsider. It paints a picture perfectly of what a young girl thinks she must do, and her hopes shattered when she realizes what she did. Could any of us make major decisions when we were 11? And regret them later? Or is it all in the present that we make our lives worth living? This book gave me a lot to think about, and I could never look at kids becoming teenagers the same way again without knowing they are experiencing the pain of separation, with living with something alien waiting for us. Briony was waiting to blame Robbie, and in turn blame herself for her alienation to the world.
Why did Briony choose to read the letter Robbie sent to Cecilia? Was this further incentive to label him as a "maniac" and change their lives forever? These are the questions I've pondered as I read this book. On the one hand, I agree with Briony that he is somewhat perverted in his thinking and just wants to get with her older sister, which I can imagine is traumatizing to any young girl at 11. Yet, there's the love that is supposed to happen between two people but fails miserably to one mistaken identity. It wasn't fair to Briony to label him as the attacker of her cousin, when she was doing it out of blind (it was dark :) judgement. The novel does well to examine both sides of this incident, and see the reasons for both points of view. Atonement isn't just a novel about the redeeming cause of forgiveness, but the point in which we accuse, and live without guilt. It could be the Catholic in me, but I think that our actions determine lives. It may not seem that way to begin with, but the great linear equation of life balances on little pins, little judgement calls.
Although I saw the movie before I read the book, there was new information that added more sympathy toward Briony than if I just viewed the movie. It was very clear that her family was a troubled one, and this would make sense to a girl who just wanted to keep her family together to blame the trouble on an outsider. It paints a picture perfectly of what a young girl thinks she must do, and her hopes shattered when she realizes what she did. Could any of us make major decisions when we were 11? And regret them later? Or is it all in the present that we make our lives worth living? This book gave me a lot to think about, and I could never look at kids becoming teenagers the same way again without knowing they are experiencing the pain of separation, with living with something alien waiting for us. Briony was waiting to blame Robbie, and in turn blame herself for her alienation to the world.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Lessons I Have Learned from Books
From reading a blog of a happy acquaintance, I have noticed that she had her own list of books that gave her some meaningful lessons in life. While my list is short and continually expanding, I have thought about a few that definitely rank as books that made me think, starting with:
Les Miserables: Yes you may think that the French don't matter, but think again. One of the greatest examples of forgiveness, second to Jesus. I still tear up when Jean Valjean steals from the priest, and receives kindness when everybody would have ripped him apart. When it's human nature to hit rather than forgive, this is the book that explains why.
The Little Prince: Ever since I can remember, this book has made me look at the world a little brighter. Whether it's from a point of view of a child or an adult, this book makes sense that we all communicate differently. And sometimes what may appear as a hat to some may be an elephant in a boa constricter to others.
Walk Two Moons: This book was my first glimpse into a twisted ending. Not that it is cryptic, but the end isn't what you think. The story centers around travel: where we plan to go, our hopes for what we find. It makes me think of very long car rides where you are stuck with the conversation of the person next to you, in a humorous or annoying way. I also like the main character's name: Salamanca Tree Hiddle.
1984: For anybody who knows this book, the ending has its just desserts. Why Winston Smith had to walk into that can of worms, I don't know. But it cuts like a knife that man must succumb to the influences of his society. Smith was doomed to accept what was "normal" in his life, even if it was a totalitarian government. It made me think that we can never fully trust or accept the government as a primary institution of leadership.
The Great Gatsby: Yes, yes I know my kisconfuzzled friend doesn't agree with me, but I firmly believe that this is the last of the romantic novel, the last of a glittering age. I loved the Jazz Age, the start of new twentieth century beginnings like the "talking picture". "Notice how my lips-- and the sound issuing from them-- syncronize together--in perfect----unison." Hee hee. It still holds the same truth: Money can't buy you love. Yes Beatles, welcome to Jay Gatsby. The beauty of F Scott Fitzgerald still haunts me when I think about parties in tents under the stars.
In Cold Blood: I have much to learn from Truman Capote. How to make celebrity friends and curse them under the same breath, how to write about murder, and how to be the most paradoxical human being on the planet. When you sympathize with killers, it is a best-seller, but a little bit of you is destroyed in the process.
A Book of Luminous Things: This is a book of poetry compiled by a Nobel prize winning Czech author, of the many poems that people around the world love. It has a little bit of everything: Frost, Dickinson, some haikus, and "beautiful persian poetry". I feel eclectic and sophisticated each time I read it, as well as hungry for more time to spend reading more.
The Gulag Archipelago: Not only is the world quickly forgetting the evils of the German Holacaust, but they have no idea the amount of torture that was in the Gulag Prisons of the Soviet Union. This opened my eyes to the insane amount of death that a person can face, as well as the possibility of hell on earth. I wish I was exaggerating.
2001: A Space Oddyssey. The movie, weird. The book, brilliant. I know that they are both the exact same, but I prefer seeing it in writing and creating a universe inside my mind than the dizzying feeling that the movie portrays. Who enjoys Hal? Who hates him? I know people who claim both.
Mrs. Dalloway: Virginia Woolf is one of the greatest! The best writing I have ever seen. The book had such an impact on me because I was going through the exact same dilemma as the protagonist, a wife wondering if she's caving under the pressure. The Hours is also a great movie about this book, and opens volumes about women throughout time.
I think I have to go back to my bookshelf to find more...
Les Miserables: Yes you may think that the French don't matter, but think again. One of the greatest examples of forgiveness, second to Jesus. I still tear up when Jean Valjean steals from the priest, and receives kindness when everybody would have ripped him apart. When it's human nature to hit rather than forgive, this is the book that explains why.
The Little Prince: Ever since I can remember, this book has made me look at the world a little brighter. Whether it's from a point of view of a child or an adult, this book makes sense that we all communicate differently. And sometimes what may appear as a hat to some may be an elephant in a boa constricter to others.
Walk Two Moons: This book was my first glimpse into a twisted ending. Not that it is cryptic, but the end isn't what you think. The story centers around travel: where we plan to go, our hopes for what we find. It makes me think of very long car rides where you are stuck with the conversation of the person next to you, in a humorous or annoying way. I also like the main character's name: Salamanca Tree Hiddle.
1984: For anybody who knows this book, the ending has its just desserts. Why Winston Smith had to walk into that can of worms, I don't know. But it cuts like a knife that man must succumb to the influences of his society. Smith was doomed to accept what was "normal" in his life, even if it was a totalitarian government. It made me think that we can never fully trust or accept the government as a primary institution of leadership.
The Great Gatsby: Yes, yes I know my kisconfuzzled friend doesn't agree with me, but I firmly believe that this is the last of the romantic novel, the last of a glittering age. I loved the Jazz Age, the start of new twentieth century beginnings like the "talking picture". "Notice how my lips-- and the sound issuing from them-- syncronize together--in perfect----unison." Hee hee. It still holds the same truth: Money can't buy you love. Yes Beatles, welcome to Jay Gatsby. The beauty of F Scott Fitzgerald still haunts me when I think about parties in tents under the stars.
In Cold Blood: I have much to learn from Truman Capote. How to make celebrity friends and curse them under the same breath, how to write about murder, and how to be the most paradoxical human being on the planet. When you sympathize with killers, it is a best-seller, but a little bit of you is destroyed in the process.
A Book of Luminous Things: This is a book of poetry compiled by a Nobel prize winning Czech author, of the many poems that people around the world love. It has a little bit of everything: Frost, Dickinson, some haikus, and "beautiful persian poetry". I feel eclectic and sophisticated each time I read it, as well as hungry for more time to spend reading more.
The Gulag Archipelago: Not only is the world quickly forgetting the evils of the German Holacaust, but they have no idea the amount of torture that was in the Gulag Prisons of the Soviet Union. This opened my eyes to the insane amount of death that a person can face, as well as the possibility of hell on earth. I wish I was exaggerating.
2001: A Space Oddyssey. The movie, weird. The book, brilliant. I know that they are both the exact same, but I prefer seeing it in writing and creating a universe inside my mind than the dizzying feeling that the movie portrays. Who enjoys Hal? Who hates him? I know people who claim both.
Mrs. Dalloway: Virginia Woolf is one of the greatest! The best writing I have ever seen. The book had such an impact on me because I was going through the exact same dilemma as the protagonist, a wife wondering if she's caving under the pressure. The Hours is also a great movie about this book, and opens volumes about women throughout time.
I think I have to go back to my bookshelf to find more...
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