Special? I think I am

So I know I've already had my little rant about this film, but then I learned that if I want to get extra credit for watching it, I need to type up a paper about my thoughts on it. And that's so much more fun in blog form. (yeah I started a sentence with a conjunction. Do you have a problem with that Sean Connery?)

So here is my blog post on this wonderful film, dedicated to our one and only Laurel Shelley, Phd. That's probably not true, but wouldn't it be cool? So I will give her the title, because this is my blog and I can grant Phd's to whomever I wish! Today I wish it to be my English teacher.

First a note to Miss Shelley, I fixed the whole concurrent enrollment thing, turns out the school did send my transcripts but the lady was looking for the name Kate Lyn, not Katelyn. So I drove all the way to UVU to sit in the waiting room for fifteen minutes waiting for a receptionist who was supposed to return twenty minutes prior, only to find out the room I needed was not on that floor, for nothing. Thank you UVU Concurrent Enrollment system. You suck. I revoke you of your University-ship. So go cry UVSC. (I can un-grant things as well here.)

Anyways! Finding Forrester.

So pretty much this movie was kind of awesome. Not even kind of, it was. Then again anything with Sean Connery is great. It's simply a fact of life. I liked how this movie was diverse with the boy's interests so he wasn't just a jock, or just a writer, he didn't even really have to choose between the two, not really. Well, yeah he lost the championship game because Forrester wouldn't leave his house, but that wasn't the main struggle for the kid. It was much deeper than that. I appreciate that, it makes the movie more relate-able and a lot less typical.

What I think makes Sean Connery so great is that beautiful speech impediment of his. Combined with his Scottish accent, it could put you to sleep. It's just lovely. As a writer, the best thing in the world is hearing that mellifluous voice tell you how to become a better writer. I think the voice in my head that tells me how/what to write will be speaking in that voice until I die.

Confession time Miss Shelley, I'm a movie nut. To the point where I can rant about one director for an hour. So let me tell you that I thought this movie was beautiful. The opening shots were captivating and artistic, the whole thing had this calming visual to it despite the fact that it was in the Bronx. It wasn't the world's most beautiful filming by far, but the writing made up for that. It was real, emotional and funny. It was able to draw you in with humor, and used that to make you like the characters so when the time came for you to feel for them you did. It was hard not to get emotionally involved with them, feel for them, hurt with them. At one point I yelled at the antagonist professor simply because he was being mean to Jamal.

I adored this film, in fact it probably goes on my top twenty list of best movies ever. Most of which are actually on your list of movies to watch. Thanks for having good taste in movies and giving me an excuse to watch more of them.

I know, I'm super exciting today. Well there you go. today's rants. No pictures. Suck it up. see this movie. that's all...