Transfixus Sed Non Mortuus

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Valerie: What I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that though I do not know you and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you.

John Carter Movie

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I went to see the “John Carter” movie this past weekend. My sister Theresa organized an outing with a couple of my siblings and my parents. I believe we all had read the Barsoom series as a children, so it was kind of fun to compare notes after the movie to see what was the same and what was different. Joe and I both had reread the books, so we had a leg up on Mary or Theresa.

I thought they did a decent job of getting the gist of the story and introducing quite a few of the major characters from the books. One thing we all did not like was the portrayal of John Carter in the beginning. The authors wanted to give him some depth of character and introduced him as a swashbuckling-type of man, whereas in the books, he was always the consummate gentleman. I did not like the fact thaty made him act like a jerk at the beginning. We also talked a bit about the Kantos Kan character and how he played a little bit different role in the first book than in the movie. We also talked about how the Therns didn’t play as big of a role in the books, and how the principles of the ninth ray was not such a heavily guarded secret in the books.

While those were some of the liberties Hollywood took, I thought they did quite a bit right with the movie as well. Aside from that bit about him not being a gentleman, I liked the choice of actor and and the character portrayal of John Carter. Also, the character Deja Thoris was very nearly as incomparable as I had imagined. Another thing I thought was great was the interplay between Tars Tarkas and both Sola and John Carter. I loved the portrayal of the Woola character as well. He was very nearly like I imagined him in the books!

Overall, I thought it was a very good movie and I’m very happy that I was able to see it.

Stephen Fitzgerald: What are you doing here?

Horace: I let you go out this morning without a clean handkerchief, sir. I hope you’ll forgive me. I was thinking about it the all the time I was dusting. I said to myself, ‘There’s poor Mr. Fitzgerald writing all those important political speeches, and him without a handkerchief to put to his nose.’

Stephen Fitzgerald: That’s very good of you, Horace, now if you don’t mind I have some work to do…and after this, if you forget anything, you don’t need to come chasing after me. There’s such a thing as taking one’s job too seriously.

Horace: Oh, no, sir, not when your heart’s in your work!

Stephen Fitzgerald: It’s just a job, Horace.

Horace: No, it’s more than that! It’s a life, indeed. When a man answers the personal services of another man,
he must be prepared to surrender himself to his vocation. It’s the master that matters, and not the man. And soon, if the man takes to his work,
the master’s wish will become his wish,
the master’s thought, his thought
the master’s soul, his soul!
When the master gets hurt, the man will cry out.
When the master’s nose itches, ’twill be the man who sneezes.
He will live for his master not for himself.
Perhaps you will find it difficult to understand, sir, because you are the type that wears no man’s collar. You are a proud, free man. It is for that reason that I am proud to serve you…Will that be all sir?

Phillipe: There was more…there was a woman, like fine porcelain with deep blue eyes, almost like a bird’s. And her voice…the dulcet tones of an angel!

Etienne: She spoke! What did she say?

Phillipe: I asked her if I was dreaming; she said I was.

Etienne: (grunts like he is holding in a laugh)

Philliipe: I’m not insane. You must believe me when I tell you these things

Etienne: (in a serious tone) No, I believe you. I believe in dreams.

Phillipe: (halfheartedly) Oh, I see.

Etienne: This lady…did she perhaps have a name?

Phillipe: Not that she mentioned. Why?

Etienne: (dreamily) Well, she may wander into my dreams. Wouldn’t it be nice if I could call her by name and pretend we’ve met before? (pauses for a moment, let’s out half of a sigh, and looks at the hawk)…I’ve waited a long time for such a lady…

True Grit

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I went to see the new ‘True Grit’ movie last night with some friends, and I had a great time! I like the original because it is, well, the original, but I definitely liked this movie as well. It payed mighty homage to much of the original, including much of the dialogue. This new one added some dramatic elements and tonality that made it seem much more “real” than the original.

No one can replace John Wayne, but Jeff Bridges did a mighty fine job at the part of Rooster Cogburn. In fact, I daresay he was excellent. Hailee Steinfeld did a great job in the role of the 14 year old Mattie Ross, as well. In fact, I would say that it may be the best Western I’ve seen in quite some time!

Overall, I had a great time, and it was great to hang out with some of my friends who I haven’t been able to see as often as I would like to. I also had some memories from my early childhood pop up, but I won’t mention them right now, because I want to confirm them with my siblings and parents before I write about them!

Harvey: What do you you keep singing for?

Manuel: Because I like to sing.
(continues singing)

Harvey: I’ve never heard that song before.

Manuel: Me neither, I just make it up.
(continues singing)
Harvey: You can’t write songs.

Manuel: I don’t write ’em. I just find ’em in my mouth.

Harvey: A song can’t be any good like that when you just make it up.

Manuel (interrupting): Say…that best kind songs. When you feel good inside…like…like trade winds, she just come out. (singing) Oh, my beautiful lady…

Harvey: Aw, people learn songs…songs aren’t just inside of people like that.

Manuel: Say, sometimes a song so big and sweet inside, I…I…just can’t get him out. And then I look up at stars and maybe cry, I feel so good. (pauses) Don’t you ever feel like this? (looks sadly at Manuel) No, I guess you don’t.

Harvey: And nobody else ever did either…

~Victor Fleming?