Walt Whitman: The Guy from The Notebook
Have you ever seen The Notebook?
I have. Let me save you from hours of painful story telling: They fall in love even though she hates him at first, he does some nice things for her, she grows old and senile, then they die together.
Did I ruin the ending for you?
I'm sorry. But then again, you really shouldn't be watching sappy, incredibly terrible, cliche love stories, nor should you be reading Nicholas Sparks books. They are all exactly the same ridiculous romances with some predictable fatal twist at the end that leaves many pathetic females (and some males) in tears.
My true gripe with this movie, and more particularly, the audience that is attracted to this movie and his books:
There is a scene where the female of the story arrives at the males house and he is sitting on the porch reading Walt Whitman to his father. The father explains that he's been making the boy read Walt Whitman to him for ages in order to correct a stutter.
And I'm sitting in class today, my Images of Women in Literature, which is supposed to be filled with intelligent young women. Meaghan chooses to write about "I sing the body electric" which is a short story by Ray Bradbury based on a poem by Walt Whitman. My professor says:
Professor: "Ah, Walt Whitman!"
Nicholas Sparks Fan: "Walt Whitman... isn't that the guy from The NOTEBOOK?"
IS WALT WHITMAN THE GUY FROM THE NOTEBOOK? IS AMERICA'S GREATEST POET A GUY FROM THE NOTEBOOK? HAS A SHITTY EXCUSE FOR A WRITER (NICHOLAS SPARKS) OUTDONE THE NATION'S GREATEST?
And what do we have to say for ourselves because of that?
I have. Let me save you from hours of painful story telling: They fall in love even though she hates him at first, he does some nice things for her, she grows old and senile, then they die together.
Did I ruin the ending for you?
I'm sorry. But then again, you really shouldn't be watching sappy, incredibly terrible, cliche love stories, nor should you be reading Nicholas Sparks books. They are all exactly the same ridiculous romances with some predictable fatal twist at the end that leaves many pathetic females (and some males) in tears.
My true gripe with this movie, and more particularly, the audience that is attracted to this movie and his books:
There is a scene where the female of the story arrives at the males house and he is sitting on the porch reading Walt Whitman to his father. The father explains that he's been making the boy read Walt Whitman to him for ages in order to correct a stutter.
And I'm sitting in class today, my Images of Women in Literature, which is supposed to be filled with intelligent young women. Meaghan chooses to write about "I sing the body electric" which is a short story by Ray Bradbury based on a poem by Walt Whitman. My professor says:
Professor: "Ah, Walt Whitman!"
Nicholas Sparks Fan: "Walt Whitman... isn't that the guy from The NOTEBOOK?"
IS WALT WHITMAN THE GUY FROM THE NOTEBOOK? IS AMERICA'S GREATEST POET A GUY FROM THE NOTEBOOK? HAS A SHITTY EXCUSE FOR A WRITER (NICHOLAS SPARKS) OUTDONE THE NATION'S GREATEST?
And what do we have to say for ourselves because of that?