In My Not So Humble Opinion...

Dear Whoever You Might Be,

      I have been thinking a lot the last few days about what I could possibly write about for my next (aka this) blog post. I've sat and pondered and I have tried with a valiant effort to come up with something, anything, that would be worth my time, and yours, to write about. Last night, it hit me.

      Every once in a while, my school buys a bundle of movie tickets from our local theater and gives them out to students for free on a first-come first-serve basis. When the email arrived announcing this charitable gift to poor college students, I was over enthused. Why? Because I really wanted to see one of the three movies that they had tickets for- The Words.

      I first saw a trailer for this movie over the summer and it immediatley piqued my interest. I mean, a movie about an author who finds a mysterious manuscipt and publishes it as his own....obviously for a young english major as myself, the plot fascinated me.  I must admit, my skepticism was looming because this movie was barely advertised. A few TV commercials here and there and an occasional add for it on my Facebook sidebar, but that was it.  So, as a poor college student, I decided to wait a while before making a decision as to whether it was worth my precious ten dollars.

      Last friday, as I sat eating Breyers neopolitan ice cream and watching You've Got Mail I got a text from my mother informing me that her and dad were headed out to see the aforementioned cinema.  Yes, I was watching You've Got Mail...judge me if you want, but after referencing it so much in my blog it was calling to me. My mom promised to let me know how to movie was and I was definitely anticipating her opinion. About an hour and a half later she texted me again saying it was excellent and worth seeing. Worth ten dollars?, I inquired. Yes, for sure.

      My mind was set and all that awaited was the prime opportunity to go. It was destiny when that email arrived. The universe was offering the perfect gift. I know it seems lame to be so exhalted over free movie tickets, but if you've ever been in my shoes, you know what it feels like. One of my best friends and I got tickets for the movie which was playing at ten p.m. last night. All week we talked about our Friday night movie date.  Neither of us really knew too much about the movie other than the vague plot and my mom's opinion, but nonetheless we were stoked.

      Let me just tell you, every single thing about The Words is perfect. From the plot to the cinematography to the acting- it's absolutely wonderful. I don't want to spoil it for anyone who will now go see it. I will say, if you have ever written anything outside of a required paper for school, if you love reading, if you love deep movies, or if you just need something to do at night, go see this movie. Both my friend and I walked out of the theater in a trance. There were no words to describe it other than "whoa." As someone who is an aspiring writer and who's greatest passion is fiction literature, this movie left an impact on me that has stayed with me even now...the morning after. And I have a notion that at random moments my thoughts will be consumed with working through all the conflicts, mysterious, and sheer brilliance presented in the movie.

      So please, go see the movie. Do not do it for me, do it for yourself. It is worth the ten dollars. I will even go as far as to say it is worth more than that. If you are in a book club, encourage everyone to go. If you are bored, go by yourself. It does not matter, as long as you get there.

      But promise me something first. Promise me that you will not go to Rotten Tomatoes and read their reviews. Please do not. I have concluded that movie critics are often incompetent fools that like to rip apart masterpiece movies for their own enjoyment.  I am slightly embarrassed by my fierce attitude here but believe me. I know I have no authority At All but I implore you to have a little trust.

                                                                    Sincerely,
                                                                              Me
P.S.
On a completely separate note, the other day in my American Lit class (the one I so vehemently described in my last post) my teacher asked if anyone has read Moby Dick.  I threw up my hand with the pride of an accomplished reader and looked around. Not one other student in my class has read the book. Not a single student. As a slowly drew my hand back to my body, a smile erupted on my face because ya know what, it is moments just like that one that kept me pushing through the novel. I just wanted to share that with you in order to give closure to the "Moby Dick Saga" that existed in my postings.