Some time ago I managed to finally see that Julia Roberts’ movie everyone once talked about “Eat, Pray, Love”. I tried to lend the book, but they were all borrowed out already.. it’s a very popular book. If you are planning to read one of those self-help books then you should also consider watching this movie. It’s all so inspiring. The most important thing, that sort of echoed through the whole movie, was the fact that life is about changes, and sometimes these changes are painful and you just have to deal with them. The importance of the changes are best described with this quote:
“If you’re brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting, which can be anything from your house to bitter, old resentments, and set out on a truth-seeking journey, either externally or internally, and if you are truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher and if you are prepared, most of all, to face and forgive some very difficult realities about yourself, then the truth will not be withheld from you.”

When we are perfect? It’s not possible - to be perfect. Only dead people can be perfect, since no mistakes can be found on their accounts. But in this case the death wasn’t main reason but more of a device to achieve some seconds of perfection. But for perfectionists that is all that counts.

Roman Polanski’s film “The Pianist” tells the story of a Polish pianist struggling to survive in the Warsaw ghetto. The story begins in 1939, when Nazis first invade Warsaw and organize people in to two different groups. The Jews are strictly separated from the rest by a solid rock wall running through the city. It’s a story of the terror, that happened not long ago. See the trailer.
For me the most absorbing part was, where the German officer caught the main character among the ruins, where he had been hiding for some time. The tension grew with every second, because it wasn’t clear what the officer wants to do with him - to arrest him, to kill him? But no, the officer wanted him to play the piano, which was in a nearby room. And while the pianist was playing, at one point, some tears where rolling down on officer’s face. And it was this moment, that defined most clearly the total absurdness of the entire war and terror. There they were, feeling both sorry for the things that had happened, they were united by the same grief that was put upon thousands of people, when they took the last walk to their deaths. And so, it’s the tragedy we share.

I went to see “A Christmas Carol” with my friend today. Although it was in some parts quite scary, I were with the story the whole time. I knew about this Dickens story before, but never actually read it, I wasn’t really sure what to expect. And while watching it, I had this really weird feeling at one point. When the dead man came through a door, with his legs and body covered with strong chain, that was attached to heavy iron things to keep the floating spirit more closer to the ground. It got me thinking - is life after death for some people (or for all!?) similar to that. Do we always stay floating in the air somewhere, desperate and tired. Life (and death) is a mystery.

But I really recommend this animation, especially for the holidays.

In opinion, these are the best lines to describe this artsy film.

The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas tells the story of a little boy, son of a Nazi commander, befriending a Jewish boy same age. They are separated by the electric fence. Movie describes the horrible events of Holocaust through innocent eyes. Ending is tragic. Movies about Holocaust always make me sad, this one even got me crying.

Something got me thinking: what kind of people choose their own well-being over other’s deaths! Commander’s (aka monster’s) wife (played by Vera Farmiga) lives in a blissful unknowing, having no clue of the true meaning of Holocaust. When she gets to know it accidentaly, she is completely frustrated with her husband. The ending brings pain for both parent and seems like much-needed (though painful) lesson.

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