Friday, November 24, 2017

The Hunters 2013

 I feel I could help you if you let me do it.
 I feel half sad, half motivated.
 Learning, always learning.
 Listening: What a beautiful name it is {Hillsong}
 Reading: The Chronicles of Narnia #1 {C. S. Lewis}







I dart myself into this movie because I was waiting to see more about princes' Disney artifacts and I don't know, something else, but in the end, I wasn't satisfied with this result. I'm not happy and when Slappy isn't happy, bad things may happen.


The Krugen is a powerful villain-crazed who wants rule the world. The artifacts from fairy tales exist and they have enough power to control the world but his trying to take those artifacts are thwarted by two young adventurers that want find their parents beside Dylan, the young and beautiful neighbor, the only one who knows the secrets of this Hunters family.



It wasn't too bad, I just waited for something more... I was just waiting to see more about the artifacts. Here, appears the sliper's Cinderella, the Wolf from Little riding hood and the most powerful artifact they are looking for is the famous "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"
Oh yes! Exactly, you are right and this mirror belongs to Snow White's Stepmother. Because this mirror has the most potent power and who possess it, will have the control over the world, you know, as always these sort of movies can recapitulates like:
Rescue the dame,
kill the bad guy
and save the world.
What do you think? I think it's a good resume, isn't it?

In fact, if you haven't seen this movie, you are not missing much. It's something half "Indiana Jones" half "The Librarian". You may see with your family or may not, it's entertained and you won't have any shame watching it with your children.






Friday, November 17, 2017

At home in Mitford {Hallmark}

 When you have a problem, no matter what is its size, the best you can do is, always, try to find a solution.
 The fair is here and I can tell you I can have fun without alcohol, for sure.
 I'm eating the most wonderful chocolate sandwich.
 Improving my life with Jesus by my side.






She (Cynthia) is a famous writer and leave Boston with her cat, Violet, precious cat by the way, because of the noise and as such. Now she’s living there in Mitford in her uncle’s cottage before she put it on the market writing her new book while her neighbor (Father Tim) is bothering with his new eat-flowers dog.




Such a beautiful, quiet, small town and a little kind of rural village, you know, those parties at night with wires of bulbs lighting light and wonderful music for dance very close. A fantastic place to make out picnics under big trees and when you can make friends very soon. Everybody knows everyone and talks about everything that happens in the town, so of course, there are no secrets.

Cynthia (Andie Macdowell) has the writer’s block, she doesn’t have good ideas and it starts getting her worry. Father Tim, an episcopal priest with dating is ok, knows her problem because he has a gift talking with people and gave her some advice very useful. So, I can't tell you anything more, I would like shouting you what happens next, but if this movie comes from Hallmark, I'm so sure you know the end.





Friday, November 10, 2017

The Storm


I was hearing it. It was behind me. The storm. The storm was trailing me, was persecuting me as if I was the prey or a good bite for breakfast. I didn't want to believe, but there it was. I didn't want to feel, but my heart was pounding. 

I was running, my time was almost up also my fear was taking control of me and I couldn’t able to think clearly. The storm was behind me. The light from its lightning bolt scared me out and that streak of forked lightning made me jump. No words came to my dry mouth because if I would have opened it my heart would have bound out.

Those voices in the middle of the desert meadow were shouting my name, the storm was behind me, however, sometimes it seems to be anywhere like in that meadow staring at me being invisible. Those hoarse voices were blowing my mind, those voice calling me were arising in the air, crashing into the storm and bringing its anger to me. My legs cramped up while I was running, but I couldn’t stop myself. The wild wind pushed me away in each jump of my running, thankful for that wind helping me to run even faster.

It’s raining!” I thought. Holding my breath all of a sudden it was not raining, it was bucketing down and all weight of the water was falling down over me. My legs were so tired but I couldn’t stop, not yet, I couldn’t while the storm was groaning behind me asking for my life, take advantage of me, wanting to eat me fiercely. My heart could stop beating any moment because of the pain in my breast.

I at last stop running, "It's no use" I thought "I'm so exhausted, my lungs are on fire and I don't feel my legs anymore" as a matter of fact, I couldn't feel any muscle anymore. The ground was too much squishy and the mud was covering my jeans, so my clothes weighed a lot. "I must face the storm"

I turned on my heels, scolded at the storm, my ears bled off because of the unnatural moaning from the core of the storm. The wild wind went on warming me with its pushing, but I didn't want to run away anymore, I didn't even take a side that fight. Squinting my eyes I saw something strange up there among the black gloomy clouds, little voices asking me help. There were crying and shouting in a distortion way. There were people up there.

As my last chance, I stop myself I couldn't even breathe right. There, when I couldn't even uphold myself when I had admitted that I couldn't stand that situation, there, the wind wrapped me up and gave me a bit part of its strength and knowledge. Now I knew how to break those clouds apart and take my victory. "Let's go and take me there" My feet arose leaving the mud ground after me, put my eyes on the rarefied sky, hoisted my arms widely, and with all his confidence I took my part in the fight. Yes, because I could, I didn't be alone. I was found the way to get that confidence and that was My Father.




Thursday, November 2, 2017

Monkey's paw {Book}


 The weather is changing at last...
 I'm changing too.
 Listening: Eleanor Rigby {The Beatles}
 Watching: Annie {1982}
 Reading: Murder is easy {Agatha Christie}





What would you wish if you had a monkey's paw?
What a sad and interesting story in here and how many TV shows, like The Simpson, have made differents sketches. Wow! At the very first sight this story could wow you, I'm sure at the beginning this story was impressive at too many people. How do three wishes can change your like? Three wishes that turn off your life. No doubt this monkey's paw can make that.

After I read the little tale I think on my wishes and I'd better shut my mouth up because the monkey's paw could do whatever bad thing with them. I could make the purest wish and it could become the worst thing ever as if the monkey's paw would make those things on purpose, don't you think?

How does it possible you make a simple wish and it ends so terribly? It does, yeah.
How does it possible? Incredible! Each wish you would make it would turn into the worse reward. Goodness me! How does is possible? And for goodness saket hey were just three wishes, one more and the earth would blow up. Don't you think the monkey's paw works with logic? I mean, If you need a car and you say at the monkey's paw: "I need a better car" Tomorrow you'll see how your brother dies in a traffic accident and you inherit his car. Or you need a big amount of money, so the monkey's paw sets fire on your secured house and the next day you receive the money.

Now you get the gist you can understand how works the monkey's paw. That thing gives the creeps...

Could I encourage you to read the little tale? Maybe if our wishes are less selfish the monkey's paw doesn't turn them into a miserable reward.





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