My Review of The Elephant Man

   

Normally after you see a movie you think about it, you dislike or like it and then you carry on and it never again crosses your mind unless of course its a topic of discussion. Though, with The Elephant Man i saw it i loved it but i kept thinking about it throughout the entire day, I've been able to take some of the things that i saw in this movie and apply them to my everyday life. Nothing drastic, or too analytical, but this film resonated with me and it made me think differently. It made me want to believe that the people whom we are most interested in are the people who aren't very normal.It made me question psychopaths and how they are viewed in society and how they really are. What is a psychopath? What behavior is there to for sure know if someone is a psychopath? How does someone act normal? The reason why i thought of this was because of John Merrick and how he was completely normal but all the other people thought he should be isolated. Besides his deformity, there really isn't anything extraordinary about him. Just because someone does not look a certain way or act a certain way, does this make it okay for society decide he should be segregated indefinitely? Does individuality mean anything if you're unique but you are horrifying to the public? Who decides and what decides when a person is not normal? The elephant man put all of these thoughts into my perspective and im glad they did, because I hope I can get my questions answered sooner than later, because some things in our society aren't paid too much attention too unless they happen to you or someone you care about, and this is definitely   something that needs to be changed. 

          

My Name is John Merrick

How extraordinary for me to feel comfortable and content with people staring at me. As they clapped louder and louder, I felt as if I was always accepted by the people who once thought I was a complete freak-show of a man. I thank Dr. Frederick Treves everyday for finally giving me the voice that was taken away from me for such a long time. What a good man he is for caring for me in such a way that I never had the privilege to have, he is a good man and an even better friend. Ms. Kendal looked remarkable tonight and just like she had told her her theater was wonderful. Never have I seen so many beautiful lights in costumes in my life. She is a good woman for inviting me. I hope to one day be a part of one, even if I stand and play a tree, it would be amazing to be apart of something so beautiful and something that everyone enjoys very much. Thank you to everyone that has been so good to me, and treated me like a normal human being since the first day I arrived here at the London Hospital. 

Welcome to my Nightmare...

    

 A phobia of mine, that the doctors cannot by any means explain it are Moths. I have a very bad phobia for moths. Even the word gives me chills some may not understand why and completely call me by any means crazy or random, they'll make fun of me and threaten to show me one. But only because they don't understand how severe it is. Moths and I have plenty of history together. You see whenever something really bad is going to happen I dream with moths. Im not superstitious at all i don't believe that by throwing slat over my shoulder things will get better. Or by all means cleaning my self with an egg will make my allergies go away. Though, with moths it's different, the night before my mother got breast cancer, i had a horrific dream about moths, where i woke up and almost couldn't breathe. I woke up expecting the worse that could happen, and see when you expect something horrible to happen and it does, you feel a little responsible for what happened. And so the months went by and my mom is still getting treated and then not so long ago i had an even worse dream about moths that just completely kept me awake all sunday morning, because I didn't want to mom was acting funny and my dad a little more weird than usual. I found out my dad had lung disease, but I had a somber approach, and was called a horrible daughter for not reacting in uncontrollable tears, but the reason for this was that when you have really bad things happening and they really just pile up. You loose compassion and emotion for yourself. You loose the feeling of optimism that would have probably  made you feel better about the whole thing. But that's the way things are and my fear for moths just gets stronger by the dream and things are better until my moths come back.