THERE WILL BE SORROW
It's the day after. Last night I saw the film Hotel Rwanda. Primarily for the Cheadle factor. You see, Mr. Don Cheadle, character actor extraordinare, has the ability to lift most films out of common banality into mostly entertaining. Hence, the Cheadle factor. (ie. Out of Sight, Boogie Nights, Traffic) But I wanted to see Hotel Rwanda because of the recent media coverage and award nominations, and also because I wanted to see if Mr. Cheadle could carry a film.
Well...he pulled it off. But I wasn't, at all, ready for the harrowing reality of what was going on in Africa in 1994. This movie, dare I say it, had the most heart and moral expression of love than any movie I have seen in a long while. And it wasn't even nominated for Best Picture. That, in my opinion, is the big loss of this award's season. Does the Academy have something against pure, unselfish Christian kindness? Especially given the fact that our current situation, (AT WAR), begs our involvement, in whatever form that may come. This movie actually caused me to second guess my views of the ongoing conflict in the middle east, but I am not ready to talk about that one yet. Just...go see this movie. Have an open heart, and expect to be moved. Even without the Cheadle factor, this movie should push us to action. We should want to do more. Whatever that is for you.
Meanwhile, it is also the day before Valentines day, and Nicole has been crying through the night. It started when she witnessed the atrocities on the movie screen last night and has moved on throughout this afternoon. Big, fat wells of water on her face. The conviction of a life I find to be perfect. If I dare ask her what is wrong, she just wails more. In the end, there are more pains than those begat by her monthly circular visit. There is a vastness that I will never be privy to.
I pray that tommorrow, with all the red and pink hearts of candy and chocolate. With all the red and pink bouquets of roses and fragrance. With all the misdirected love thrashing about between silk sheets. That our real hearts will be filled with compassion. And if any of you spend a single dollar in that dastardly S***b**ks, (I've decided to do away with my Starwax euphamism and instead show the severity of my true feelings by s***ing out the letters with hatred for this unGodly institution), than I hope you choke on your Grande Soy Lattes. Happy Valentines Day.
Well...he pulled it off. But I wasn't, at all, ready for the harrowing reality of what was going on in Africa in 1994. This movie, dare I say it, had the most heart and moral expression of love than any movie I have seen in a long while. And it wasn't even nominated for Best Picture. That, in my opinion, is the big loss of this award's season. Does the Academy have something against pure, unselfish Christian kindness? Especially given the fact that our current situation, (AT WAR), begs our involvement, in whatever form that may come. This movie actually caused me to second guess my views of the ongoing conflict in the middle east, but I am not ready to talk about that one yet. Just...go see this movie. Have an open heart, and expect to be moved. Even without the Cheadle factor, this movie should push us to action. We should want to do more. Whatever that is for you.
Meanwhile, it is also the day before Valentines day, and Nicole has been crying through the night. It started when she witnessed the atrocities on the movie screen last night and has moved on throughout this afternoon. Big, fat wells of water on her face. The conviction of a life I find to be perfect. If I dare ask her what is wrong, she just wails more. In the end, there are more pains than those begat by her monthly circular visit. There is a vastness that I will never be privy to.
I pray that tommorrow, with all the red and pink hearts of candy and chocolate. With all the red and pink bouquets of roses and fragrance. With all the misdirected love thrashing about between silk sheets. That our real hearts will be filled with compassion. And if any of you spend a single dollar in that dastardly S***b**ks, (I've decided to do away with my Starwax euphamism and instead show the severity of my true feelings by s***ing out the letters with hatred for this unGodly institution), than I hope you choke on your Grande Soy Lattes. Happy Valentines Day.
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