Sunday, July 24, 2005
My own little village
I was watching "The Village" tonight on cable. I've seen the movie a few times and in fact own it on DVD. I liked it the first several times I saw it but now I'm beginning to think that it truly is a stupid movie. I mean, at face value it's good but if you get to thinking about all the little details it just doesn't add up. Like, how can they live secluded all those years and never be seen by anyone? Where do they get all their livestock and produce? Cloth for dresses? Books for teaching? Come on people, get realistic. And WHY would the dad send his blind daughter into the woods by herself???? Why didn't he escort her at least part of the way. It just doesn't make sense to me. It's probably not supposed to make sense.......So, I got to thinking what it would be like if I formed my own little village. That sort of seclusion and isolation might be nice for a while but I'd have to have internet or something. I would make some rule that all men must bow and hail me as Princess. Children would all live together in a communal home, where they would learn conflict management, sharing, and the support of surrogate siblings. Young women will learn auto mechanics and young men will take cake decorating classes. There will be a huge wonderful vegetable garden and we will create a new species of tomatoes that have no seeds and slimy junk in them, only the red flesh. Oh, and there will be a secret patch of marijuana but only I will know it's location. Remember, this is an IMAGINARY village. Sigh. You know, I probably shouldn't create blog posts at 1:30 in the morning.
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Firstly, that’s what you get from M. Night Shymalan or whatever his name is. Secondly, I do believe “the dope” is illegal in your state (and while I know you said pretend, still… it’s a little hinky). Oh, and that brings me to my third point: it’s is the contraction for “it is”; its is the possessive. Yes, I know: call me a grammar Nazi, but still. I mean, if I let you start sliding on these things, who knows what’s going to happen? More films by M. Night what’s-his-doodle? I just can’t allow that.
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