Willie
I got to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on Saturday!!! It was awesome. It's one I would go see again in the theatre. Johnny Depp was incredible. He was like that really sweet guy in the mental institution. His portrayal of Wonka was darker than Gene Wilder's, but more likable at the same time. He was less child-molestery or something.
In typical Tim Burton fashion, there were sheep. Pink ones. There was also a scene in which Depp cuts the ribbon in front of the factory, and then turns around, and the focal point of the picture is these humungus scissors he's holding, and his expression is a little like... Edward. I haven't seen a lot of Burton films, but it makes me want to wach them and go back and see this movie again to see if there are any more self-quotes. Makes me think of Tarantino. :)
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On the subject of elephants.... I think the elephant is Doubt. It happens to me so often. I'll spend weeks thinking of some idea, some marketing plan for copywriting, or some story I'd like to write, or just ways to improve certain aspects of my life... none of which are unreasonable... and then a voice creeps in that says "you can't do that." And it's all shot to hell. Weeks of building myself up, and in one tiny moment, it's gone. I seem to have more confidence in this deceitful whisper than I do in myself. But it makes sense that Doubt would snatch me up and dangle me from the treetop, suspending me over the goals I'd like to achieve, making it impossible for me to strive for them. Despair would be the offspring of Doubt, running into me and almost knocking me over, right before Doubt takes hold of me. There was another elephant in the far corner of the neighbors' front yard that I didn't think about before... but I think that might have been something along the lines of Self-Confidence. That was the female, the one who would, in my mind, submit to the male, Doubt. She was nowhere to be found when Doubt held me captive.
Dude. No more thinking for me today.
In typical Tim Burton fashion, there were sheep. Pink ones. There was also a scene in which Depp cuts the ribbon in front of the factory, and then turns around, and the focal point of the picture is these humungus scissors he's holding, and his expression is a little like... Edward. I haven't seen a lot of Burton films, but it makes me want to wach them and go back and see this movie again to see if there are any more self-quotes. Makes me think of Tarantino. :)
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On the subject of elephants.... I think the elephant is Doubt. It happens to me so often. I'll spend weeks thinking of some idea, some marketing plan for copywriting, or some story I'd like to write, or just ways to improve certain aspects of my life... none of which are unreasonable... and then a voice creeps in that says "you can't do that." And it's all shot to hell. Weeks of building myself up, and in one tiny moment, it's gone. I seem to have more confidence in this deceitful whisper than I do in myself. But it makes sense that Doubt would snatch me up and dangle me from the treetop, suspending me over the goals I'd like to achieve, making it impossible for me to strive for them. Despair would be the offspring of Doubt, running into me and almost knocking me over, right before Doubt takes hold of me. There was another elephant in the far corner of the neighbors' front yard that I didn't think about before... but I think that might have been something along the lines of Self-Confidence. That was the female, the one who would, in my mind, submit to the male, Doubt. She was nowhere to be found when Doubt held me captive.
Dude. No more thinking for me today.