My Review Of The Elephant Man

The Elephant Man was overall a fantastic film. The fact that the elephant man John Merrick was an actual person was quite interesting to know. One can only wonder what his life could have been. The fact that the film was shot in black and white allowed for the viewer to better grasp the feel the how it was at that time and place. I loved this film because it opened my eyes to the possibilities that life can bring us, for example in the film, Fredrick Treeves at first took it upon himself to care for John Merrick to get a name for himself. Although, throughout the progression of the film, he began to really care for John Merrick and he wasn't just caring for him to get himself known more. Just goes to show that one's intentions might not be the real cause of why they are doing something. The film made me also see that the freaks in life are not the ones who have deformities nor the ones who are out of the ordinary, but the ones who get enjoyment from showcasing the ones considered "freaks". I truly enjoyed watching this film and would love to see it one more time.

My Name is John Merrick...

It has been a couple days since the freak show showcasing me was canceled, and I am just sitting in the corner Mr. Bytes keeps me in. After a while, Mr. Bytes lets in a strange man into the room to give him a private show since the freak show was canceled. Bytes begins to tell the "story" of how my mother was struck down by an elephant, as I am sitting there nervous of what the man will think of me. When Bytes finishes, the little boy pulls the curtain and I turn my back so I won't be seen. Bytes yells at me to stand up and turn around for the man to see how I am deformed. When I turned and faced the strange man, he did not cringe in disgust or turn away from me. Instead a tear fell from his eye. I have no idea what the man must have been thinking about for him to cry. When the man leaves, I stay wondering what might have caused him to cry, though I will never forget this day.

Welcome To My Nightmare....

A couple of years ago I had a bad dream. I was probably in middle school and it was a normal day. I went to school, then I got home exhausted ready to fall asleep. I went to my room and was having trouble falling asleep, I tried counting until I slept but it wouldn't work. I then decided to go into the kitchen to get some water but when I opened the door in my room and started to walk towards the kitchen, I noticed that nobody was home. I was all alone and it was around 8 pm. I was young at the time and didn't know what to do. I checked all around the house and couldn't find anyone. I then went outside and it was like a ghost town. I was confused and didn't know what was going on and didn't know what to do. I was walking down the street when suddenly a car was coming straight at me, I didn't notice it until the last second, I thought I was going to die. Then suddenly I woke up, in my room, alone.