My Review of The Elephant Man

The Elephant Man is a film that should be watched by a variety of audiences. The plot and climax of the whole movie was brilliant as it also deals with hidden messages within the movie itself. The relation to Jesus himself was something I had at first not known until Mr. Lansdown told us about it. The Jesus concept of The Elephant Man being ugly because of the way we have chewed up the Earth makes a lot lot sense, including the bit of his mom being the Virgin Mary is really cool. The way David Lynch captured The Elephant Man was also outstanding, he really captured the essence of what The Elephant Man (John Merrick) was about, in the way he acted, and the way he was treated, and definitely the way he looked. John  Merrick at one point in the movie, despite all the abuse and neglet he went through, tells Dr. Treves that he's "Happy every hour," and to me that's gold because his heart is still pure and he doesn't see life in a negative way. He's a very hopeful person and does not want harm to be instilled upon his friends, for who is ms. Mothershead, Dr. Treves, Carr Gomm, Anna Treves, and of course, the princess of Wales, Ms. Kendall.

My Name is John Merrick

The night started off blissfully in my little room at the London Hospital. I had just received my maintenance box from the main heads of the hospital and for once I felt like a normal person, just receiving a normal gift, from such gracious people. I felt a warm feeling as no one has ever been so generous with me, if they aren't staring and making fun if me they're pitying me. As the night came and stayed, I used the maintenance box, which contained cologne, a comb, a brush, those sorts of things. It was a grand time having myself be pampered up, until the night porter came and put me on live display for night people who wanted to have 'a good time,' but were usually too drunk. In this case though, they were just about the right drunk. The night porter caught me while I was having a private moment, acting very high class. He pulled up to me and told I was looking for beautiful, and that's when the people he had charged to come see me saw me through the window, and soon enough they all came inside my room. Drunk, dirty, and disgusting people who wanted to see a closer look of me came to 'play' with me. They spun me, threw their beer at me as if I was a cup and they were pouring their substance in me. One man who looked a little too over 50 had two woman who looked about 20 got the woman he had brought with him and made one of them kiss me, using force, but she didn't mind. She was already too drunk to see what she was doing. The other girl was put on top of me and motioned her as if we were having sex. I was disgustied. The worst part? They displayed a mirror in front of me, my biggest fear. I thought, "How can people be so cruel?" That didn't matter. I was an animal to them, and I was used to it, tired, but used to it. The rest of the night was a blur. Bytes came and before I knew it, I was back again in my "home," the freak show.

Welcome to my Nightmare

My biggest nightmare is the sole natural cause of death. Whatever kind of death it is, my nerves tense up. Even the 'sleeping' type of death scares me because it's like I'm never going to wake up. I believe that there is a heaven and a hell, and my ideal destination would be heaven, but even then I can't be so sure because I get really nervous. It's so crazy really how we are alive breathing one day and for all we know we can die in an instant whether it'd be a stroke, or a heart attack, or even a brain aneurysm. Last fall actually, a year ago from this time period, I had a problem in my head, I'm not really sure what it was as one pharmacist told me I was having migraines, and my doctor said it was due to my excessive paranoia that I have when I get really freaked out about something. It really scared me because I felt a sudden pop at the back of my head, and instantly my heart beat was racing and I was dizzy as can be, I was almost going to faint, but even then I was too scared to faint so I fought the urge to. I was weak for about a week, I didn't eat much and lost 6 pounds right off the bat, like the weight loss was nice you know, but it wasn't ideal as I had little energy and all I wanted to do was sleep all day. Later on into the season, I started feeling my chest clogged up, and my ability to breathe, as I felt, was slowly going away, and during all this time I was thinking about death and what would happen if I did die. it scared me to be honest, just the thought of not existing anymore, like how was the whole process going to work? I know how it works, but how would my family have coped with it? It's a scary thought to even think, but that was what ran through me most of the time. It really shaped my mentality at the moment, like I was acting very generous and very forgiving you can say and all that because I was scared of dying and you know, you don't want to die being bitter or not accepting someone's apology, like that's just really an uncomfortable way to die. This constant fear of dying is still present with me today and even now I get scared of little things you can say. Like today in the morning on my way to school my mom was driving and there was a car that immediately tried to switch to our lane as we were coming on. stupid part was that the driver in the vehicle didn't turn on his indicator. He/she was going to crash into us and right when I saw the wheels of the car switching to our lAne I gasped really hard and high and my mom swerved a little and got scared as heck. she also got mad at me which is understandable since I scared the heck out of her as well. Dying is a scary thing, but it's also part of the life cycle. Human nature is scary.