I have recently watched the movie Taken. I have chosen to review the Cinematical review of the movie because it describes the movie without ruining it for anyone who hasn't seen it. It also has many of the same opinions as I on the movie.
One is the great job that main character Brian Mills, played by Jack Bauer, does. I agree that his role is very well acted and that his role makes the movie entertaining and thrilling.
Another is the comparison between this movie and other action movies. It describes that it does not lack in characterization, like others, and doesn't have too much "over-the-top action", and I agree completely.
This is the link to the review: http://www.cinematical.com/2009/02/01/review-taken/
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Freedom Writers; A New Family
Freedom Writers
Paramount Pictures’ Freedom Writers is a 2007 film directed and written by Richard LaGravenese and produced by Danny DeVito, Michael Shamberg, and Stacey Sher. The film stars Hilary Swank as schoolteacher Erin Gruwell, Patrick Dempsey as Erin’s husband Scott Casey, Scott Glenn as Erin’s father Steve Gruwell, and Imelda Staunton as department chair, Margaret Campbell.
Freedom Writers is a true story about a suburban teacher who gets a job at a high school with rivaling students. On her first day, the inexperienced, young teacher Mrs. Gruwell, gets a run for her money when the students aren’t as welcoming as she had hoped. Instead the students are too busy with their own racial differences and ouside gang life to care at all. But, with unique teaching and giving her students experiences they had never had, Mrs. Gruwell brings the class together to write a book called “ The Freedom Writers Diary” with the entries of the journals that she had previously given them. The class is now a family.
I am impressed by Hilary Swank's role as Mrs. Gruwell. She acts the part well and is inspiring awell as noble. I believe the students, especially, are honest and do an amazing job in the film.
This film is similar to the film Take The Lead starring Antonio Banderas. The movie is about a ballroom dance instructer, Pierrre, who travels to a high school to teach dance to students who attend detention after school. It reminds me of The Freedom Writers because both teachers are inexperienced and are attempting to teach students who have no interest in learning. Both teachers also use unique methods, in this case dance. The music is alike aswell becasue they use music that the students would listen to, and the message in the two are identical in ways. The overall message of hope and that anyone can do anything is persued, I believe, and is proven true in both films.
Paramount Pictures’ Freedom Writers is a 2007 film directed and written by Richard LaGravenese and produced by Danny DeVito, Michael Shamberg, and Stacey Sher. The film stars Hilary Swank as schoolteacher Erin Gruwell, Patrick Dempsey as Erin’s husband Scott Casey, Scott Glenn as Erin’s father Steve Gruwell, and Imelda Staunton as department chair, Margaret Campbell.
Freedom Writers is a true story about a suburban teacher who gets a job at a high school with rivaling students. On her first day, the inexperienced, young teacher Mrs. Gruwell, gets a run for her money when the students aren’t as welcoming as she had hoped. Instead the students are too busy with their own racial differences and ouside gang life to care at all. But, with unique teaching and giving her students experiences they had never had, Mrs. Gruwell brings the class together to write a book called “ The Freedom Writers Diary” with the entries of the journals that she had previously given them. The class is now a family.
I am impressed by Hilary Swank's role as Mrs. Gruwell. She acts the part well and is inspiring awell as noble. I believe the students, especially, are honest and do an amazing job in the film.
This film is similar to the film Take The Lead starring Antonio Banderas. The movie is about a ballroom dance instructer, Pierrre, who travels to a high school to teach dance to students who attend detention after school. It reminds me of The Freedom Writers because both teachers are inexperienced and are attempting to teach students who have no interest in learning. Both teachers also use unique methods, in this case dance. The music is alike aswell becasue they use music that the students would listen to, and the message in the two are identical in ways. The overall message of hope and that anyone can do anything is persued, I believe, and is proven true in both films.
Cover Letter
Meghan Fitzpatrick
Keenan’s, NB
MeFi00248@student.nbed.nb.ca
February 5, 2009
Mr. Carter
Blackville Talon
Dear Mr. Carter,
I am applying for the position in the Entertainment section of the Blackville Talon. I am interested in working on the film or music section if possible.
I enjoy music and movies and I believe that I would put forward my best effort in making this section entertaining. I'm a hard worker and I think that I would do a good job becasue of my interest in this position. I am a teenager and with that am very involved in music and new movies where I spend much time with friends who also enjoy it.
Thank you for your time and hearing me.
Respectfully yours,
Meghan Fitzpatrick
Keenan’s, NB
MeFi00248@student.nbed.nb.ca
February 5, 2009
Mr. Carter
Blackville Talon
Dear Mr. Carter,
I am applying for the position in the Entertainment section of the Blackville Talon. I am interested in working on the film or music section if possible.
I enjoy music and movies and I believe that I would put forward my best effort in making this section entertaining. I'm a hard worker and I think that I would do a good job becasue of my interest in this position. I am a teenager and with that am very involved in music and new movies where I spend much time with friends who also enjoy it.
Thank you for your time and hearing me.
Respectfully yours,
Meghan Fitzpatrick
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Descriptive Writing
I’ve always enjoyed flying. Something about traveling and exploring hundreds of feet in the lightly clouded sky draws me in every time. This journey, I’m headed far away to the hurricane-stricken Madagascar not only to help these poor, innocent people, but to retrieve the information that the greedy news people just have to have.
We are beginning to land, and all I see is disaster. Our landing pad - a small pile of rubble. The helicopter is so loud that I find it hard to think. The swish of the propellers as they slow numbs my mind so I can’t hear myself think. My cameramen and I slowly step out of the roaring plane, and the permanent grey atmosphere abruptly makes my feet stop. Although curiosity pushes my feet forward again, I try not to look around at the dark-skinned villagers that surround the area. Even from small glances I can notice each and every sunken-in, muddy face in the crowd. I walk as swiftly as possible to a tall, dark-skinned male who smiles widely at me. I return the smile, and then he nods and welcomes me in a deep, soft voice.
Suddenly the scorching heat hits me, but I ignore it and follow closely behind the abnormally tall man that leads me through the destruction. I stumble along with the cameramen following, and glance around, again, at all the faces, staring. Surrounding them, the ground is covered in what used to be homes. Trees also lie horizontally, and the children laugh and play almost as if nothing had happened. The community is thin, grayish-brown in color, and wears very little clothing. The sky is almost clear now, and the heat in unbearable.
Once here, I realize that all I want is to do my job and leave. To help, we bring a huge package containing food, sleeping bags, clothing, and small essentials. The people are more than thrilled and wait patiently in line. The atmosphere is lightly improved, and it is time to leave.
Dozens of cheerful villagers approach me with thanks. They then gather in small crowds a safe distance away form the helicopter and we turn our backs to the Madagascar people and head to the plane. The black and grey helicopters’ engine starts with a roar. The powerful wind from the propellers sends my hair to the left side of my head and I board the plane.
As I stare with wide eyes at the humble round faces, one warm tear falls down my face. Sand and dirt swirls on the ground beneath us like another terrifying storm. The loud noise is again soothing as it erases my thoughts. I lean against the cool window with a thud, and then quickly drift to sleep…
We are beginning to land, and all I see is disaster. Our landing pad - a small pile of rubble. The helicopter is so loud that I find it hard to think. The swish of the propellers as they slow numbs my mind so I can’t hear myself think. My cameramen and I slowly step out of the roaring plane, and the permanent grey atmosphere abruptly makes my feet stop. Although curiosity pushes my feet forward again, I try not to look around at the dark-skinned villagers that surround the area. Even from small glances I can notice each and every sunken-in, muddy face in the crowd. I walk as swiftly as possible to a tall, dark-skinned male who smiles widely at me. I return the smile, and then he nods and welcomes me in a deep, soft voice.
Suddenly the scorching heat hits me, but I ignore it and follow closely behind the abnormally tall man that leads me through the destruction. I stumble along with the cameramen following, and glance around, again, at all the faces, staring. Surrounding them, the ground is covered in what used to be homes. Trees also lie horizontally, and the children laugh and play almost as if nothing had happened. The community is thin, grayish-brown in color, and wears very little clothing. The sky is almost clear now, and the heat in unbearable.
Once here, I realize that all I want is to do my job and leave. To help, we bring a huge package containing food, sleeping bags, clothing, and small essentials. The people are more than thrilled and wait patiently in line. The atmosphere is lightly improved, and it is time to leave.
Dozens of cheerful villagers approach me with thanks. They then gather in small crowds a safe distance away form the helicopter and we turn our backs to the Madagascar people and head to the plane. The black and grey helicopters’ engine starts with a roar. The powerful wind from the propellers sends my hair to the left side of my head and I board the plane.
As I stare with wide eyes at the humble round faces, one warm tear falls down my face. Sand and dirt swirls on the ground beneath us like another terrifying storm. The loud noise is again soothing as it erases my thoughts. I lean against the cool window with a thud, and then quickly drift to sleep…
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