I remember the 1984 movie from when I was younger and today was the first time watching the 2010 movie. I’ll make sure to rewatch the original one soon but today I want to talk about the most recent one.
Is it amazing or what? There were moments in which I forgot I was watching a movie. It felt like a true story. The best part for me was Jackie Chan’s interpretation. That critical moment in his part (I’m not giving you any spoilers but people who watched it will understand) was beautiful.
Ever though I enjoyed it a lot, I’ve got an honest concern to express. Is karate the same as kung fu? I’m confused. Why is the movie called Karate Kid if the kid fights Kung Fu? I don’t know if I’ll understand it in the future, watching the related movies, but I still want to express it here.
I used to hate over everything I didn’t personally enjoy. I used to be a hater.
No one should watch reality shows. No one should read empty romantical books. No one should listen to pop music which has no instruments playing. No one should be selfish. No one should go around showing off their bodies.
Only recently I discovered that we’re all different. So what if you like what I don’t? That won’t make me sadder. It’s your life and you ought to have everything you enjoy just as I ought as well.
Haters are going to hate. I don’t want to be a hater.
Yesterday I finished reading the first book of 2017: My Sweet Orange Tree, by José Mauro de Vasconcelos. I’m heartbroken and I think I’ll stay that way. Sometimes I give myself a reminder of Zeze’s age: 5 years. If I didn’t know how old he was, I’d guarantee him to be older. I felt revulsion in many passages of this book. It costs me to believe that this is a reality of certain children with so much potential and with so much desire to be caressed. May this book always maintain the great success that it still has and may it continue changing ways of thinking, bringing affection and taking away memorable beating.
I think there are moments in life in which we create our mental images for people’s faces, including our own. In the first day I meet someone, I may not be able to set his face in the mental shelf I own designed for that end. There are specific times when that face is memorized. With my boyfriend, that moment happened more than a year after I started dating him. It was in the past 31st of december as I was living the train to meet him and he looked so beautiful that that’s the image I’ve got from then on and soom after I realized that I haven’t had a picture in my head for him during all the time we’ve been dated.
It’s not that those are unchangeable. These images may change throughout time and an example of that happened tonight. When you picture someone under one perspective and then they do something that just doesns’t seem right, it seems like the images you’ve had stored before disappear and now you only have that last expression saved inside your head.
I’ve never been a fan of the Bridget Jones’s movies. I’ve always felt that they were shallow and that they couldn’t teach me anything. She seems incapable of being happy without a man by her side and I can’t support that message. Just a few hours ago I watched Bridget Jones’s Baby and I felt a little bit different. Even though this last movie was not enough for make me empathize with her in any way, I felt that it had a lot more sense in it and that it didn’t come across as shallow as the other two I watched before. I don’t feel like I want to read any of the Bridget Jones’s books but I could do it if I ever come across them. That’s more than I’d say before and I think that’s due to this last movie I watched.
I just watched The Book Thief for the first time. I read the novel in which the movie is based last year and it instantly became one of my favourite books ever read. We all know it’s hard to watch a movie after reading a book because we can’t help but noticing everything that’s changed or missing. In this case, I enjoyed the movie a little less than the book but it still made me feel a lot of what I felt with the book.