Pan's Labyrynth

To define a favorite movie, covers a lot of requirements. Considering there's various genres, themes, effects and whatnot, a great film must capture it all or find a way for it not to be needed. I propose Pan's Labyrinth. In every aspect, it is as artistic as it gets. Set in a turbulent era of Spain, the whole movie is in Spanish with subtitles; of course. Although it's a French-Canadian film, they really made sure everything was exactly as it would have really been. It's a very far fetched tale that's meant to be taken very seriously. Every scene is seemingly dramatic, no matter how miniscule it is to the major picture. Everything is relative to some other point of the movie. Not only was this movie written flawlessly, it's beautiful to look at. Everything is the best of quality. There's no solid concrete plot. It's a young girl's imagination explained very vaguely. The whole purpose of the story is to invoke your own imagination and to comprehend it all with your own eyes and ears. Some scenes are left a mystery and unsolved even after the credits start to roll. Needing more sequels or prequels, I doubt that will happen due to the sheer artistic drive of its purpose.

The Vegan Butcher.

JASKA, Undercover vegan butcher for PETA.
MR. ROAT, Butcher from India inhumanely slaughtering animals and adding meat products into vegan meals.

MR. ROAT: Where’s my knife?

JASKA: I have your knife, Mr. Roat.

MR. ROAT: Where did you put it, boy?

JASKA: (Hides the knife behind his back.)

MR. ROAT: (Mr. Roat walks to the freezer room where Jaska replied from. The knife reflects light to Mr. Roat’s eyes.) Give me the knife. (Mr. Roat snatches the knife away quickly.) Why were you hiding it?

JASKA: (Jaska’s eyes widen.) I was getting cow tongues.

MR. ROAT: (Mr. Roat is appalled with what Jaska just said.) You know we don’t sell nor eat cow in this country! You savage… what’s wrong with you, boy? Do you need the day off?

JASKA: Oh, I’m fine. (Jaska’s Finnish accent slips.) Yous knows its! (Jaska realizes his mistake and pauses for a second.) I’ll take the day off though. (Jaska slowly walks out of the butcher shop and makes a call on his cell phone.) This is parrot to black beard; the fish is out of the barrel. Make em’ walk the plank!

MR. ROAT: (Mr. Roat slightly over hears the conversation and spies behind the back door.) Jaska! What is this?

JASKA: (Jaska flips his sun glasses down; covering his eyes.) I’m an undercover vegan butcher from PETA. My team of assembly has a bounty on you.

MR. ROAT: I have done no wrong, Jaska! Nothing!

JASKA: Explain that to the vegetable soup tainted with your dirty pork!

MR. ROAT: (As the bounty screeches through the parking lot, they barrage through the back door of their vehicle. Mr. Roat is tackled to the cold concrete pavement, and brought to local authorities.) You unnatural freaks! You won’t eat an animal, but you’ll falsely imprison me? Noo!

What was there, that I did not see.

The back porch called out for me. The sounds of a swamp littered of insect species screeched as the sound convulsed in pain. Not even I know what fate will be beyond the threshold of my sheltered safety. Although superficial to believe thin walls could protect me from a ubiquitous evil, it's the only security I had left.
Tranquility of the dark kind is often beautiful. It was luring me; the dim shimmer eclipsed moon. The moon's rays reflected a muck tainted light. The depths of this mud and gore are unknown to any living being. Yet, all its inhabitants had arisen in death to warn any fool risking to have been these cadaver's companions in that water filled grave.
My heroic decision has been cast. I march through the disease and impending doom of death to find this source of ferocity. It was no longer after I started that trek to find what I dreaded. “Devour!” shot out of the mandibles of that gargantuan locust. My position was at a halt. No where to go; I was swarmed.
There was not a single one I feared, yet the number of battle ready vermin was what reeked terror. The cockroaches twitched and the hoppers of grass leaped. Within that moment I had to accept what was to become of myself. This wasn’t the end; which I did not know then. The moon escaped the blocked alignment to show itself again. It showered the land and devastated scene of chaos with hope and a dark shine. My worries have passed and I now went back to retire for the night. Whatever was out there, was better left alone and unknown.

Scandals, presidents and elections!

Tomorrow is a day of pending greatness! I shall cast my decision to promote America for what I believe is the better. I won't allow myself to argue ideals through here, yet I will say I'm supporting Barrack Obama. Contrary to most ideas, I think he lacks speaking skills. He seems to hold back information, and dumb things down for me to understand. Now, I know I'm more informed on issues, I follow politics daily, so he's appealing to all people together. However, in our history, Americans don't like voting people whom appear smarter than them. It's understandable, I suppose. McCain is a decent speaker, if you like redundancy. I believe in the policies of the democratic party, for now anyway. Please vote, if you can. It will show America's true wide demographics of our nation. Our government is run by those who show up. Don't be absent when it's your turn to speak. Whoever you believe is for the better, add your input. Together, with all our voices, we can build a better place. Plausibly in time bringing all parties together. Sure, I may sound goofy and optimistic saying this. Yet, I truly believe whom ever wins this race, will bring our county to a better standard of living. After all, the only way from rock bottom is up. HA!