Movie Review

Limitless just came out in theatres, an I must say, was entertaining and captivating throughout. Bradley Cooper plays a charismatic Eddie Morra, a disillusioned writer whose life is on the fringes, until he meets an old connection and is introduced to a drug. Known as NZT, it is said to unlock all the potential of the brain. Needless to say, this changes Eddies life, for the better and worse.

The idea of such a drug, one that would enhance our brains, is a large and fascinating topic. It is very open to possibilities, and in a sense, Limitless does not cover it all. But then again, it'd be impossible to. There's also the complaint that such a drug wouldn't make sense, but of course not. This is a work of fiction, and if one nitpicks at unrealistic ideas, then this is not the movie for them. But there are other flaws, including little fleshed out supporting characters, and a couple plot points that just seem to vanish.

The things that made this movie so captivating were the cinematography, charismatic performance and narration by Bradley Cooper. The constant action makes it a good thriller. Everyone wants to be able to unlock their hidden potential, and Limitless makes a pretty good movie out of it.

ART REVIEW

American Gothic. Everyone knows the piece. Everyone can visualize the ubiquitous old man and woman standing next to each other, one holding the pitchfork, his eyes boring into our very soul, while the other simply glances to the side. A symbol of rural America people say. And it's true.

But people don't know the whole story. There's a lot more. Grant Wood was an American Regionalist from Iowa, and the man in the piece was based upon his dentist, while the woman was based upon his own sister. It won 3rd place in a contest at the Art Institute of Chicago, and was bought for $300. The piece, while many thing to be a man and his wife, it is thought to be of a man and his spinster daughter by art researchers or some people like that. I guess the overexaggerated wrinkles and lighting of the face, and the entire setting capture the feeling of a rural farmer more than a naturalistic painting would. This captures the essence. There is also a lot of artistry in it. Have you seen the repetition of the pitchfork shape in the window, and more bluntly in the man's overalls? The woman's face matches her brooch, while her apron is identical to the fabric in the curtains.

This piece has shown me that there's so much more in an art piece that we miss. We glaze over the details. These little details add up and is able to change our entire view on a piece.

There's a lot more to this piece, and all other pieces of art.
We just need to look deeper.

My fellow countrymen

We are standing here today, gathered as a mass, for no reason but for ourselves. The media will deem us selfish, revolutionary, or even terrorists, but that is only because they are scared. They are scared of us.
They are scared of the power we have. Every day we get our message out, every day we breathe and think, we grow in power. We are a rock, and the rest of the people are Sisyphus. They will try, oh yes they will try! They will try to stop us, by rolling us up the hill, hoping to keep us at the to[. But no! Everytime, we will simply tumble down, stronger gaining momentum! There is nothing that can stop us. Anytime they try to stop us, realize this: we are an unstoppable! We are Batman and Robin, inseparable and unbeatable as long as we stay together!
Ladies and gentleman, that is what we must do! We must stick together like putty and glue! Like wood and wood glue! Like tape and itself when it accidentally folds!
This way, we can be the rolling rock, the large mack truck, a river of never ceasing water.
We need the right, you see. They are trying to suppress our right to have assemblies! Suppress our right to make bad comparisons! Absolute nonsense! We must fight! They also want to stop our right to ask rhetorical questions. Who are they to stop what we do? Who are they to make decisions for ourselves?
Men and women, children and the elderly, hear my call- hear our call. We need the right to misuse cliches in speeches, because without that right, who knows what else we could lose? We would be lost like fish in a barrel. And no one wants to be that last man standing.

Thank you.

DEAR MR. MCCARTHY

THIS BLOG POST SEEMS AWFULLY SILLY.

I HOPE YOU HAD A GREAT BIRTHDAY, FILLED WITH PHILOSOPHICAL DELIGHT AND TURKISH DELIGHT. I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THAT IS.

I HOPE YOUR BIRTHDAY WAS AS DELICIOUS AS TURKISH DELIGHT.

I'VE NEVER HAD TURKISH DELIGHT.