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mischiefapprentice · 4 years ago

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1: Don’t Mess With Life and Death (Mischief’s Bride)

August 2003

Loki

"Please! Someone help me!"

That is all I can hear as I stroll along Hyde Park. The cold breeze of winter calms me down as it hits my pale skin, and I am more than thankful that it does not conjure my Jotünn form, as it can destroy a place whenever my rage comes. Even though my time in the original timeline is over, my strengths and powers never left me. They will be always a part of me until my last breath.

It has been more than 900 years since I have been 'ressurected' from death. The thought of seeing my companions die pained me as centuries passed, and I am tired living for eternity. If it weren't for that force that pulled my soul back to my dead body, I am with my mother Frigga already. I am sure that she may be dead by now. How I missed her so much.

"Please, anyone help me!"

Her loud wails can be heard from half a mile away from the park. I cannot help but go to her and see what happened to her. Is she the bride I am looking for? I hope so. She must be the one.

When I arrived to where the woman was, I see crimson blood staining the pure whiteness of snow. Did a murder scene happen? I must be too late already. I decide to follow the bloodstream to locate her, and found a beautiful woman surrounded with blood. She was terribly injured. It's like someone hit her violently that she bleed lots of blood. Who on earth could do this to this mortal?

"P-please help me... I'm carrying an unborn baby with me, and I cannot bear the thought of losing her." The woman mutters.

I sigh. She's carrying a child, and someone had the guts to physically abuse her. I sense her time of death getting closer and closer. It crawls like how a robber walks towards the house it chose to plunder. One's death may not be predicted by man, but us goblins could sense it.

It's against nature to meddle with life and death of a mortal. It is a change of cycle that you cannot just alter, for it requires a great price to pay. You cannot change what may happen to you, for it can also affect others. One is a part of a butterfly change; action affects action; one slight change affects your whole life.

"S-sir, p-please help m-me... I'm dying." She tells me. I could feel her baby's heartbeat, as if it tells me that I must save them both. I also could feel that her baby is my bride to be. I should help them both after all, shouldn't I?

I'm in this dilemma of choosing whether to heal her or let death kill them both. I cannot mess up with life and death. However, rules are also meant to be broken, right? I can defy whatever rule it is, if it means for them to live. I will go against nature.

"Miss, I may not be the divinity you seek, but I offer you extended time to live and see your daughter grow." I weakly smile at the woman. Shimmers of blue and green light appear on my hand as I performed a spell that will elongate both of their lives. As it comes to an end, I could really sense that she bears my bride. I could tell that she is as beautiful, kind and wise as this woman. How I wish I can make time go fast that I can meet her already.

I see her smile weakly as I cast the spell on her. I could hear her ask how I knew it is a girl. I really could feel that it is a she, not a he. At a blink of an eye, I disappeared to another place.

I know she'll live a long life, and she'll bring joy to my bride's world. In her care, I am confident that she will grow into a fine-looking and well-mannered lady, just like how I wished women are. Someday, I'll find her again.

Stephen

Christine Wayland Time of death: 20:34 Cause: Car Accident Abigail Wayland Time of Death: 20:34 Cause: Miscarriage

When I arrived, I cannot find the soul of this woman. All I see is blood from the scene, and her footsteps. Someone messed with life and death. No one can meddle with the life cycle. I sighed, noting that I have a missing soul to find. Who could have the courage to alter nature's way? The baby should also be dead by now. I don't ill-wish the mother, but it has to be that way.

I leave the area, fearing that someone might see me and accuse me of murder. Oh, I remember: I cannot be seen by men. I am just a mere spirit, fetching souls and leading them either to afterlife or to despair. This is the work of a grim reaper; it can be tiring, knowing that many souls are around. Some just wander off the streets of London and try to seek others' attention.

"So, did you get your last soul for tonight?" Ishmael asks me as we log out for tonight. He has reached over half of his quota. I have exceeded twice of his, though. He is new to this job.

"No, and the last one is quite strange. I have her name on my list buti didn't see her soul nor her body." I tell him. He scrunches his brows in confusion. I hear him think who could've done it. "Have you heard of the Goblin?" He asks me. "I think he is the one responsible for that."

I ponder on that speculation he gave me. He is one of the missing soul our boss wants us to take care of. The goblin has been missing for almost 900 years and no one has managed to capture him and bring him to the afterlife. His name sounds familiar to me, but I don't know where have I heard of it. Our superiors have told us about it and reminded us to keep watch and report to them regarding the said missing soul.

As I came home, I now prepared to move out of the house I am renting for five years. I found a better place to stay in. I have a few things to pack, since I ain't fond of having unnecessary things to have, so that it won't be difficult for me to move out. My colleagues would complain of how heavy their things are whenever they move out of their spaces .

When I peek out of my window, I recognized the man who they call the Goblin... But wait. Is that...

Loki?

Didn't he die from Thanos's hands? How come he is... Darn. This is another alternate reality, and he of course would be alive. And he turned into a goblin? What happened?

I was about to call him, but I see fear in his eyes when he saw me. He didn't manage to wave at me nor smile. I didn't mean harm to him. Wait. I am a grim reaper, and we are on the watch for him. He sensed me!

Sighing, I tried to reach out to Thor, but still failed. I cannot conjure a portal to where he is. How I wanted to tell him that his brother is alive on another timeline. How I really wish.

Loki

I feel like I did a grave mistake with meddling with the life and death of that woman. She must be dead by now. I saved her, and my future bride. I don't want to wait for another 900 years to meet my bride.

Living eternally has its own ups and downs. Yes, you get to live for a very long time, but you have to suffer the pain of losing your loved ones. Seeing them pass on to the afterlife relieves me, but I wish that I am with them there, living peacefully and without suffering.

Seeing Stephen made me relieved and uneasy at the same time. He is known as Doctor Strange in the timeline I came from, but he is known as a grim reaper in this one. I wished to say hello to them, but I cannot. I know that they have heard of me as one of the missing souls and I am on their watch.

I now ask myself: what if I just remained on that timeline? Would all of this happen? Would I stumble on a curse that makes me suffer from emotional pain that I wished myself death? Would I watch every single person I love die and wither with time?

When I arrive home, my loyal friend Lord William Hathford and his grandson Arnie James welcome me into their home. Their home will be my home from now on, until I decide to move to some other place where I can meet my bride. "It's good to see you again, sir." Lord William greets me. "You too, Mister." I greet them. "Still fine-looking as of the old days, aren't we?" He chuckled. "Oh, here is my grandson, Arnie Jason."

I smile at the boy. He reminds me of Peter Parker. I haven't met him yet, but I know that he exists in the timeline I have been in. "Hi, Jason. Nice to meet you!"

The boy hides a little bit behind Lord William. His brown hair makes me want to ruffle and mess it.

"James, don't be shy. He will be with us from now on." The old man says.

"No, it's fine. Maybe another time will do." I weakly smile at them. I really can't get my mind off that woman I saved from her death. William notices my bereft. "Sir, I know when you are deep in thought. Did something happen on your way home?" I sigh. "There's this woman I healed on my way home. She's in the verge of dying, and she is pregnant with a daughter."

William seats beside me as I narrated the whole event. His brows furrowed as I told him that I felt that she bears my bride. He told me of a prophesy where it tells that a Goblin, which I am, will save a woman who is about to die. The woman bears the Goblin's bride, the girl who shall draw the sword out of him. "How sure are you that it's the bride's mother?" He asks me. I shrug my shoulders. "I don't base on whether she bears my bride or not. What matters most is that I saved her from sudden death. That man shall pay for his insolence towards her."

William smiles, knowing that I have indeed changed for the better. He was with me when I was so down and no one believes me. He also knew of my true identity as an Asgardian who just got in another timeline. He is my most loyal friend. How do I repay him for his loyalty and support?

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pondernce · 6 years ago

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Behind Closed Doors: Chapter 2

A/N: Sorry this is delayed! I am currently still stranded in Las Vegas... which is not as fun as it sounds. Anyway, I’ll be back on schedule next week!! Happy reading:)

When she was a little girl, roving the misleading bleak landscape of the Syrian desert, Claire Beauchamp had dreamed of travelling the world forever. At seven she knew scraps of a dozen languages, spoke fluent French alongside her posh English, and delighted in exploring. She thought, at the time, that surely she would follow in the footsteps of her beloved uncles and be an archaeologist.

But fate had other plans. Fate led a slightly older Claire to local apothecaries in Egypt, Sudan, and Ethiopia, who taught her the magic and science of healing. Fate landed Uncle Lamb’s longtime partner Charles in the hospital, where Claire spent her days an accidental shadow of the doctors there. And when they moved to Paris for the Frenchman’s health, she found solace in sciences. Without a formal education, and years ahead of her peers, Claire was something of an outcast all those years. The time other fifteen year olds spent with their friends, or kissing boys in the gardens, or sneaking out to drink in the streets of Pigalle, she spent at a small herbalists shop, playing doctor and witch and finding that her hands were made to heal, not to excavate.

She imagined then that someday she would be a doctor. She would bring together medicine and biology with the plants, herbs, and rituals she had grown so fond of in her youth. And so, at 16, Claire returned to England a student of alternative medicine and biology at Cambridge. She’d always been young and bright and brilliant, and strange, so it was no surprise she was not particularly social at Cambridge. The little bookworm who set the curve and kept to herself (and her plants), it wasn’t until she was eighteen that life, and fate, grew more complicated.

They met in the bookstore, incidentally. Starting her final year of bachelor’s, Claire was picking up her textbooks when Frank Randall entered her life. He was decidedly comfortable, even if he’d never-- now that she thought back on those years--captured her interest completely. He was a graduate student, as she was soon to be, studying history. It hadn’t mattered at the time that he was ten years her senior and ready to complete his phD. She was young, and alone, and her security soon became a man who seemed willing to offer all the guidance and support she’d lacked since leaving Lamb.

For Frank, she fought with fate. She chose a phD in Alternative Medicine over an MD. Dream-Claire exchanged the white coat for leather-elbowed jumpers, the stethoscope for a microscope.

Those had been ugly years. Years that ended with her abrupt flight to Lebanon to see her uncles, a visit that stretched over a month, and then a year.

And a holiday in Cyprus she would never forget.

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Claire had never truly wanted to be a professor. Her skill had never been in teaching, but in healing. And yet there she was, rushing to her first lecture of her life, 5 minutes late and 5 steps behind her intended schedule. Slightly frantic, she tossed her coat aside carelessly and set down her things, running through the checklist under her breath. “...introduce the course, set up my slides, take attendance…” Speaking on autopilot, it wasn’t until halfway through her introduction that she saw him.

Russet curls against white sheets, wild with sweat and exertion and salt from the Mediterranean sea. Long, toned limbs with which she found herself entangled, engulfed really. The heat of his body in sharp contrast with the night air, the heat of his mouth even hotter. But nothing compared to the fire he stoked in her…

“...and what we’ll truly focus on is the important of cul-culture, excuse me,” Claire faltered, lost for a moment in eyes the color of a storming sea. Her face likely gave away every thought in her head. She could feel her cheeks flush slightly, the jumper suddenly much too hot. Christ. He’d have to have found his way here, to her lecture of but a dozen students half a world away from that room. “The importance of culture in treating what we, in the western world, view as disease and injury…” she kept speaking, carrying on with the words she’d practiced in front of Geillis for hours over the weekend, but her mind traversed time and memory.

His hands in hers, guiding her along the shore at night, boasting about keeping her safe. His hands on her, caressing her skin or spreading her thighs, gentle and demanding by turns. His hands, white knuckled on the khaki canvas handle of a duffle as he left.

Prior to seeing him, Claire had intended to handout the syllabi and have the class introduce themselves. She wanted to find a way to make ethics personal, and engaging, and perhaps get a handle on her students experiences. You’re a twenty-nine year old professor, not a blushing schoolgirl, she scolded herself, grabbing the stack of print-outs from her back with perhaps a bit too much gusto, pull yourself together, dammit.

“I’m not going to waste all of our time asking you to read this now. Take a look at it, as I’m sure most of your questions will be answered here.” she smiled at the small class, pointedly glancing over the redhead’s head. “What we’re going to do instead is explore our own sense of ethics and cultural perspective. I want to remind you all that this is entirely voluntary- I’m not going to ask you to disclose anything, particularly proprietary medical information,” she smirked a little, “that would hardly be ethical, would it?”

She relaxed a little at the smattering of soft chuckles, her steps and tone a little more fluid, easy.

“So you would tell me your names, your degree, and any experience you have with culture in medicine-- whether that be having been treating by a foreign doctor, having international experience, working in medicine, or even being from another country,” she paused, stepping back to the front of the room. Claire took a seat on the desk and crossed her legs, long-fingered hands resting over her knees. “Like myself, in fact, although you may be fooled by the accent.”

She made the mistake of glancing at him then, while he was grinning at her, that strangely roguish half smile that had caught her attention once before. Her eyes locked on his, lost for a moment in stormy blue, and then she blushed. Like a schoolgirl. Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, get a hold of yourself!

With a slight cough, she refocused, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she sat. Why did the room have to be so bloody small? She smiled, nodding to the first student. “Why don’t you start us off, hmm?”

She listened intently, at least as best she could. Claire was never one to pride herself on her listening skills. It had burdened her in the past, particularly with Frank. The one who wanted her only to listen, to remain as blindly enraptured as she had been at eighteen, her eyes wide and yet covered by the wool of youth. But Claire’s mind always drifted. Presently, she listened to her student’s names and experiences while her thoughts drifted. It was only when he spoke that Claire was able to draw her full attention to the moment.

“James Fraser,” that Scottish burr slid from his lips and over her skin, a caress. It seeped in and pooled in her belly, the phantom reminder of want and need lost to the years. “I suppose I’ve had more than my share of… cultural experiences with medicine.” He shifted, a slight sign of discomfort, his eyes focused on the old oak of his desk. “I was in the army for the last 5 years, and I’ve been treated by doctors from all over. Did a long stint in recovery in Cyprus…” his voice drifted off and Claire found herself staring back at him, the heat rising in her cheeks again.

Hot under her jumper, she managed a smile and a nod before moving her focus to the next student.

Although the class was short that day, as she had no intention of launching right into the full weight of material, Claire felt each minute stretch out. The clock in the back of the room never seemed to move. As she she played the 15 minute video on a particularly dire case of cultural miscommunication in an American hospital (a case she could describe back to front, thankfully), she found herself studying the strong profile of James Fraser in the strange half light of the projector.

It was incredibly unfortunate, having him before her again. That night had been something she pushed from her mind long ago. A blissful memory that brought questions, confusion, shame even. It wasn’t something Claire talked about.

She’d never shared so much of herself before, or since. James- Jamie- had opened firmly closed doors in her heart, doors where the wood had swelled to jam them shut. Such a forceful opening had been painful, far worse than ripping the plaster off a wound. In his own way he’d helped her heal.

But he walked out, closed to the door to her rented room and her heart. Those chambers remained silent and barricaded, unused rooms collecting dust and keeping her safe.

Claire wasn’t the type to open up to strangers. She’d barely opened up to Frank (That was part of the problem though, wasn’t it? You cold, frigid thing). Nor was she the type to have a one night stand, and yet that night she’d been so drawn to him.

As the video wrapped up, Claire closed the website and stepped forward out of the shadow. “So I’ll keep today’s class short and sweet, and see you all on Wednesday. Read the case before we meet, and have a good day.” She smiled, turning to erase her name from the board. It wasn’t a move to appear too busy to talk to her students, one in particular at least, or at least she hoped not an obvious one.

Dusting off her hands and disconnecting her laptop, Claire seriously watched the room empty out. Of course he lingered too, taking far too long to gather up his simple notebook and ballpoint pen. Stacking her things, she watched his Blundstone clad feet step closer to the small podium, and then the slight tap of his left foot, off beat. No rhythm to it, it almost distracted her from hearing his words.

“This is about the last place I expected to see ye’..” His voice was too low to be overheard, a murmur thick with memory.

Claire didn’t want to remember.

She looked up, meeting his eyes finally. Christ, he was tall. Had she really forgotten that. “I could say the same…” Claire smiled without wishing to, that blush still creeping over her fair skin. “I recall you not being terribly fond of London.” It was almost too much to hold his gaze then. Claire stepped back just slightly, enough to run into the podium and jostle the papers she’d stacked upon it. A ream of syllabi fell with an echoing thump, and of course James Fraser had to stoop to get it, just as she did. It brought them face to face, his hand brushing hers.

“I…” she pulled back before he could speak, folding a bit awkwardly onto her heels, trying to make space between herself and her student. That’s what he was now, after all, her student.

He stacked the papers, pressed them back into her hands as if he couldn’t sense her discomfort. She waited a moment too long after he rose to stand again.

“I got accepted here, figured it was better for my plans now, ye ken? I only did one more year after…” he sighed, pushing his hand through his hair. “After. Wasn’t for me, anymore. So I’m studying law and counter terrorism.”

She nodded, the papers clutched to her chest like a soft of shield. “I see. Well… that would suit you, I think.” As if she knew him at all.

But she did, didn’t she? They hadn’t shared their full names but their full lives that night, and he had been as vulnerable as she. Jamie had unlocked her heart and Claire had thought she managed to take off the armor he always seemed to wear, even now. He confided in her. And yet here they were, where the proximity felt both thrilling and threatening. A part of her wanted it, craved that feeling of being chased by him, the power that radiated off him. The potential that if that door were closed, he might offer her the touches the heat in his eyes promised. To press her up against the podium, claim her mouth as he had then…

Get a grip, Beauchamp!

“James I need to go. There’s another class here shortly…” and she couldn’t be caught flushed, standing too close to her far too attractive student. Claire grabbed for the rest of her things, tossing her coat over her arm before she picked up the pile. “It’s good to see you—“

He was watching her, and it brought her to a halt. The way he looked at her felt liquid, too hot in her veins. “It is. I hope you’re doing well, Sorcha. I’ll see you Wednesday.” He nodded his head, leaving the room and taking what was left of the oxygen with him. Starved, the flame of need in Claire’s belly died down. She struggled to get her breathing and her blush under control, just in time for the next professor to come through the open door.

Shocking measured steps carried her out of the maze-like building, her heartbeat outpacing her feet. When Claire made it outside, she leant against the damp stone and gulped in the cool air. James Fraser. His name felt heavy on her tongue, and in her heart, although not entirely unpleasant. And that was just the problem. Despite everything, seeing him again was pleasant. It left her wanting, confused, and reeling.

#outlander fanfic #outlander fic #behind closed doors #jamie & claire #chapter 2 #I need an editor lol #outlander #outlander fanfiction

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nsm-writes-blog · 6 years ago

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untitled (soulmate au) - j.b.b

40s!Bucky

warnings: none

words: 1647

authors note: still have no idea what to name this. send me ideas, please. sorry this one is late, i moved and didn’t have wifi. will try to update every Saturday from now on.

ch.1 / ch.2 / ch.3

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From that first night on, I thought of James often. His letter arrived randomly and occasionally out of order. He seemed to try to write to me at least a little bit every day. He said it was because he never knew which ones were going to reach me or not. I always wrote back as quickly as I could, occasionally sending him two in one day if something else happened that I wanted to tell him about.

I’d been keeping all of his letters in an old hat box on my shelf. Occasionally, I read through them. James writes beautifully, his words almost like a new form of poetry. I read sections of the letters when I’m in a mood. The mixture of his words and the woodsmoke, sweat, honey, and gunpowder that his letters always seemed to smell like would always comfort me.

One of the most read letters is probably the first one he ever sent me.

Dear Y/N,

You’re wondering why I asked you, a girl I barely know, to write to me. I have to be honest, it was a spur of the moment decision. Something about you enchanted me. It still does. Was it you that enchanted me? Are you a witch? You were right, however, that I wanted to get to know you, doll. I still do.

If you don’t mind me asking, why aren’t you a nurse anymore? What made you stop? I don’t think you are wrong about everyone having good in them. The world is not just plain old black and white. There are infinite shades of grey. Most of the men over here would say we’re both crazy. The Nazi’s are evil. We aren’t. But your letter got me thinking about perspectives. Maybe the Nazis really do believe that they are the good guys. Even though they murder innocent people…

Anyways, a little bit about myself. Well, I grew up in Boston with my best friend, Steve (he’s the one I was looking for that day). He’s always getting himself into trouble. Just earlier that day I found him getting beat up in the alley behind a movie theater. He may be tiny but he’s got more spirit than half the guys out here. I miss him. He writes sometimes. Sends me some drawings of his occasionally, too. He’s quite the artists. Maybe after the war is over, when people are spending money again, he’ll start selling them.

You said you want to be out here fighting this war with us, doll, but trust me; you don’t. Men are dying left and right. Some have been captured and taken hostages by some Nazi science nerds that call themselves “Hydra”. I don’t want to tell you too much, though. Don’t want to give you nightmares.

I know how dangerous New York can be, especially for a gal like you, so you make sure you stay safe, too.

I’ll be waiting for your letter, doll.

James Barnes

Two weeks after receiving that first letter, I was sitting in a booth at the diner Angie worked at, waiting for her shift to end. I shifted in the pale blue-green seat as Peggy Carter rushed in through the door, heading straight for Angie. The three of us were all friendly, though I was closer with Angie than Peggy. Usually, Peggy was very calm and collected but tonight she was a whirlwind of energy. Her usually perfect hair was messed up and she was talking a mile a minute, her accent making it visibly hard for Angie to understand her.

“Woah! Slow down, English,” Angie said with a smile. “My shift is over. Meet me in the back and snag y/n on your way.

Peggy nodded and quickly made her way over to me before motioning for me to follow. I carefully tucked the letter for James I had been working on into my purse while Peggy stood there impatiently waiting for me, bouncing on the balls of her feet. The moment I stood she grabbed my arm and practically ran for the back door of the diner, dragging me with her.

“What is it, Peggy?” I asked when we finally were standing in the alley. She just shook her head and went back to bouncing on her feet, impatiently waiting for Angie to appear.

“Okay, what’s the rush, English?” Angie came out the door and walked over to stand next to me.

Peggy quickly pulled two matching envelopes from her purse. My heart jumped at first, thinking somehow she had found my letters from James. It twisted when I began to worry that maybe he was writing to her, too. The sudden bout of jealousy made me shake my head. They were just standard military envelopes. Peggy opened one of the envelopes and began to read but Angie quickly cut her off.

“Too many words. Just tell us what has you so excited.”

“The Strategic Scientific Reserve wants me to work for them! I’ll be in charge of the military training for the candidates of Project Rebirth, whatever that is. This is going to change my life!”

At those words, I felt my heart simultaneously sink with jealousy and swell with pride. On one hand, my best friend was now one of the only woman working in the actual US military (Nursing doesn’t count, in my opinion). But on the other, they were offering jobs to women now and I hadn’t been chosen but my closest friend had. What kind of cruel trick was the universe playing at? “Congrats, Peg.” The smile I had one was real. I was proud of her, jealous, but proud.

“What’s the other envelope for?” Angie asked.

“Well, I certainly can’t do it alone. I’m going to need all the help and support I can get. So… I managed to convince them that I would need an assistant. They asked me if I knew of anyone that would be interested and Angie, I know you have no interest in fighting this war in person—”

“Damn right.”

“—So, I hope there will be no hard feelings about this. Y/N,” Peggy turned to me. “Care to join the United States Military?”

I was silent for a moment, a little in shock, before squealing like a little girl. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” I jumped up and down, elated. “Oh, thank you, Peggy! Thank you!” I pulled her in for a tight hug before we both turned and hugged Angie. The three of us stood in the alley behind the diner for a long time, hugging, when I suddenly broke away.

“Oh my goodness! I have to tell James!” I quickly thanked Peggy again before dashing away, already writing this letter in my head. My thoughts were so full of James that I didn’t hear Angie and Peggy’s conversation as I retreated.

“Who’s James?” Peggy whispered to Angie, confused.

“Her soldier pen-pal who just so happens to be drop-dead gorgeous. You should read the letters they write to each other. She won’t admit it but she is definitely falling in love with him. I think he might be the One.” Angie whispered back as the duo started to walk out of the alley.

“The One?”

“The One. As in her soulmate. I know they are incredibly rare and that this sounds crazy but I saw them minutes after they met and if I didn’t know better I woulda thought they were married.”

Peggy laughed lightly as she responded, “Maybe they secretly are.”

James,

This is the second time I have written you this letter. The first one is nearly complete but something completely amazing just happened to me so I had to start over.

You know how I said I want to go fight the war with you? Well, guess what? Now I am. I’ve been recruited by the Strategic Scientific Reserve (the SSR) and I am going to help with the military training of some potential candidates for some scientific experiment. I’m going to the base in New Jersey in three days so I will attach my new address. I know you probably won’t get this in time to stop your most recent letter from being sent here but don’t worry I will be coming back here, to my apartment, someday so I’ll see it then.

I’ve also attached the picture of me that you asked for. I hope I get one of you in return. Hopefully, I’ll get to see you in person soon, though.

I’ll be waiting for your letter.

Much love,

Y/N Y/L/N

Y/N,

I’m so worried about you, doll. I’ve only been over here for a few weeks and I’ve already seen so many good people die fighting this war; I don’t want you to become one of them. I’m glad you are not over here fighting yet. You’re scaring me, doll. I don’t want anything to happen to you when I’m not there to protect you. I care about you.

Maybe you can find Stevie for me? I haven’t heard from him in a while and I’m starting to get really worried. I know you aren’t in New York right now but maybe you could ask one of your friends to look for him? He’s hard to miss. Just tell them to look for a short, skinny, blonde kid with blue-eyes and more than enough heart to go around. That kid is brave to the point of stupidity sometimes. I hope he’s not getting beat up in an alley or a parking lot somewhere. I’m not there to protect him anymore.

I’m sorry this is so short, doll. But I've got to go and if I don’t put this in the mailbag right now you won’t get it for a month.

I’ll be waiting for your letter and worrying about you.

James Barnes

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weekendwarriorblog · 4 years ago

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The Weekend Warrior August 28, 2020 – THE NEW MUTANTS, BILL & TED FACE THE MUSIC, LINGUA FRANCA, CLASS ACTION PARK, THE PERSONAL HISTORY OF DAVID COPPERFIELD, CENTIGRADE and More!

So more movie theaters reopened last week, and while I haven’t monitored areas where those theaters opened for COVID spikes, which we probably wouldn’t see until this weekend or next week anyway, I think things seem to be trying to get back to normal with two fairly high-profile releases, one getting a full theatrical release getting some kind of hybrid of theatrical and VOD. There’s also lots of digital stuff, lots of virtual cinema, and of course streaming ... I mean, you can’t complain that there’s nothing to watch, and there’s even some good stuff in there. So let’s get to it...

This week’s “Featured Flick” – which I’m bringing right back to the top of the column where it deserves to be is – is Filipina filmmaker Isabel Sandoval’s LINGUA FRANCA (ARRAY), which debuts on Netflix today as part of Ava DuVernay’s new distribution initiative, and it’s quite a wonderful indie drama that I can’t recommend more highly. While the film isn’t Sandoval’s first film, it is her first film since transitioning and her first film mostly in English, and it very much deals with both the trans and immigrant experience in New York City. Sandoval not only wrote and directed but also stars and produces the film set in Brighton Beach, Brooklyn, playing Olivia, a trans woman trying to navigate her life as a caregiver for an elderly woman (Lynn Cohen) when she gets into a relationship with the woman’s grandson Alex (Eamon Farren). Olivia also has paid an American to marry her so she can get her green card but when that falls through, she needs to look at other options.

At its core, this film is about the tentative romance between Olivia and Alex but it’s such a layered story that beautifully captures that part of Brooklyn and features an amazing supporting performance by the late Lynn Cohen as Alex ‘s grandma Olga, which ends up being a far more pivotal role than may be expected. As much as the film is about Olivia, the film also follows Alex as he deals with his own issues, keeping a job but also how he questions his feelings for Olivia, since he’s surrounded by a pack of toxic transphobic bros. Still, you can’t help but hope that Olivia and Alex’s story has a happy ending despite all the travails they go through.

My main takeway from Lingua Franca is that Sandoval did an amazing job with an incredibly personal story, not only in the writing and direction but also playing Olivia, and I’m so excited to see what she does next, because this is a movie that more than lives up to some of her influences. Either way, this is an absolutely wonderful film that you can watch on Netflix RIGHT NOW.

I also wanted to draw attention to Flavio Alves’ THE GARDEN LEFT BEHIND (Dark Star Pictures), which won a jury prize at the 2019 SXSW Film Festival, because it’s a nice companion piece to Lingua Franco (purely by coincidence) with a few similar elements, despite being a VERY different movie. In fact, I don’t want to spend too much time comparing them, because it wouldn’t be fair to either filmmaker.

This one stars Carlie Guevra as Tina, a Mexican trans woman living with her grandmother, who is in the process of transitioning, but just needs her therapist (Ed Asner) to sign off that she’s ready. She also has a boyfriend, Jason (Alex Kruz) and a couple jobs, one as a ride share driver and she gets a second job as bartender. Her main concern is getting her surgery, although we get the impression that she may not be legal. Either way, that’s not as key in this movie as in Lingua Franca. The movie also cuts between Tina and a young man who works at the bodega named Chris (Anthony Abdo), who seems to have some cryptic connection with Tina, but he also hangs out with a bunch of transphobic baseball players. It’s not quite clear what part he will play in this story, except we assume that maybe he’s closeted gay or trans and wants to keep it secret from his friends. The point is that the inclusion of Chris in the story means that we don’t get nearly as much focus on Tina’s problems since the film frequently cuts away from her.

The ending of The Garden Left Behind, which has won a number of awards at festivals including the Visions award at last year’s SXSW, gets quite dark and quite tragic, but it’s obvious that Alves wanted to make a statement about anti-trans violence and how it affects everyone in that community despite any of us that think that things have gotten better. It hasn’t, and it’s a huge shame, although unlike Sandoval’s film, Alves doesn’t make clear that his film is set in the current Trump era where there’s more hatred. Either way, it’s a fine film with a few minor tonal issues that shows another side to an important and topical story.

Premiering on HBO Max this Thursday is Seth Porge and Chris Charles Scott III’s documentary, CLASS ACTION PARK (HBO Max), which I absolutely loved. You may have guessed from the title that it’s about the Vernon, New Jersey staple from the ‘80s and ‘90s, Action Park, one of the earliest and biggest water parks, but also one of the most dangerous places to bring your family for a fun day. I was a teenager in Connecticut during the early days of Action Park so I was all over the commercials, and I vaguely remember going but don’t really remember what I did. The movie starts out in a rather comedic way, helped by the likes of comedian Chris Gethard, but once it gets to the legendary Alpine Slide, a freewheeling luge ride down a concrete track with a cart with brakes that rarely worked, well it suddenly gets a lot less fun or funny. For the most part, the film paints a pretty bad picture of the park’s creator Eugene Mulvihill, and the fact that he seemed to care more about making money than about the safety of the patrons that flooded the park every summer weekend. The film also delivers more than a few gut punches when you realize how many people were severely injured and even killed while out trying to have fun. Either way, this is a fantastic doc that really captures the wonders of a place that so many people remember fondly, or at least those that survived. (I can’t confirm this but I’m almost positive I saw former New Jersey Governor Chris Christie in some of the archival footage and considering his age and how long he’s lived in Jersey, I just want to believe that it was indeed him.)

Another can’t miss doc that’s available digitally this Friday (after a nominal drive-in release) is David Darg and Price James’ YOU CANNOT KILL DAVID ARQUETTE (Super), an odd title for a movie that is indeed about actor David Arquette, best known for movies like Never Been Kissed and the Scream movies. He also has another claim to infamy, and that was in 2000 when he starred in the wrestling comedy, Ready to Rumble, and decided to promote it by getting in the ring himself, and angering millions of fans by winning the WCW Heavyweight Championship. Arquette was so loathed due to his antics in the ring that twenty years later, he’s still trying to atone in a way. This doc covers Arquette’s serious efforts to train and get in the proper shape needed to take part in the country’s #1 form of sports entertainment.

This was another particularly interesting doc to me, maybe because I wasn’t really following wrestling in 2000 (just as I’m no longer now), so I missed most of what’s covered in the first few minutes of the movie. I also didn’t really read up about the movie before seeing, which always allows for a better viewing experience, Ed says while writing words he hopes someone is reading.

It’s a pretty fascinating “hero’s journey” (of sorts) that deals with Arquette’s troubles with alcoholism and getting roles, as well as dealing with depression that has him taking ketomine. Some watching this might think he’s crazy to put himself back in the ring, particularly during a scene where he shows up at a backyard wrestling and allows himself to put himself through all sorts of indignities and injuries. These only get worse as he gets into a professional match with many wrestlers still detesting him as much as the fan.

Fortunately, this ends up being a fairly inspirational feel-good movie i.e. Arquette doesn’t die as we assume Mickey Rourke did in Darren Aromnofksy’s The Wrestler, but there are definite real world parallels that makes You Cannot Kill David Arquette quite an entertaining endeavor as a film.

Before we get to the (gosh!) theatrical releases, I want to talk about a few festivals taking place this week and next.

Up in virtual Montreal, the virtual Fantasia Festival, and I apologize that I haven’t been able to see more movies to include in this week’s column just because I just don’t have the time right now with so many releases. (Actually, You Cannot Kill David Arquette is playing as part of Fantasia, so there’s one movie right there!)

If you go all the way down to virtual Birmingham, Alabama, you can see some of the movies playing at the Sidewalk Film Festival this week until Monday, which this year includes a drive-in component. I’ve never been to Sidewalk myself but I’ve met quite a few of the people involved with it at the Oxford Film Festival, and there’s a good mix of already-released movies and new indies. It opened on Monday with the doc Banksy Most Wanted and other recent releases include First Cow and The Burnt Orange Heresy, plus lots of classic favorites like Teen Wolf and Teen Witch and lots more. It’s a cool regional festival that I hope to get to someday, just not necessarily in the summer.

I was hoping to catch some of the offerings of this year’s virtual “New York Asian Film Festival,” which plays from August 28 through September 12 with the theme “Women Transforming Film,” opening with the North American Premiere of Rae Red’s The Girl and The Gun, and with an impressive line-up either directed or led by women. I’ll try to watch some of the movies over the next week and try to report back, but you really can’t do wrong with the NYAFF going by past years even with no physical in-person screenings.

After literally years of waiting, Josh Boone’s THE NEW MUTANTS (20th Century/Disney) is finally arriving in theaters in regions where movies are reopened, and honestly, I would love to see this since I’m such a fan of the source material, but who knows if I’ll have a chance. There’s a lot that got me excited from the fact that this would tie into the X-Men movies with the inclusion of James McAvoy – presumably? Has he been in a single ad for this? But also a great cast playing the mutants, including Anya Taylor-Joy, Maisie Williams, Alicia Braga (who is also in The Suicide Squad), Charlie Heaton and more.

Unfortunately, Fox wouldn’t let anyone see this movie before it hits theaters, including the millions of New York and L.A. film critics who won’t have any opportunity to pay to see it in theaters either. Hopefully it’s good and hopefully it’ll turn up on Hulu sooner rather than later, but I don’t even have the heart to try to predict its weekend box office, but probably around $10 million or less.

Also opening in some theaters this week but mainly taking the PVOD route is the comedy threequel BILL AND TED FACE THE MUSIC (Orion Pictures/MGM), once again starring Keanu Reeves and Alex Winter (and to be honest, I cannot even remember which is which). I also haven’t watched any trailer so I know almost nothing about the plot, but it’s been 29 years since Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey, and people are still excited to see this. (At least it’s directed by Galaxy Quest director Dean Parisot, so there’s some hope.) MGM would not allow any critics to see the movie before Wednesday night, and I could only watch it at 10:30PM myself, plus there’s an embargo until Thursday night. And yet, I’ve already seen the movie, over 12 hours before I was supposed to receive the screener, which is completely impossible and something that could theoretically cause complete chaos within the space/time continuum. Whoa.

Mini-Review: I was never a really huge fan of the “Bill and Ted” movies, though I’d seen them both a few times, and I certainly was wondering how they were gonna pull off a threequel nearly three decades later with both Alex Winter and especially Keanu Reeves moving onto bigger and better things. The result is Bill and Ted Face the Music, which brings back a good amount of the talent that made the first two movies, joined by director Dean Parisot (Galaxy Quest).

It is indeed almost three decades later and Winter’s Bill and Reeves’ Ted are married to the Medieval princesses they met in the second movie and they both have daughters – Thea (Samara Weaving) and Billie (Brigette Lundy-Paine) – who are very much like their fathers. In fact, we’re back in their lives as Bill and Ted are giving a speech at the wedding of their former babysitter Missy, who has divorced Ted’s father and is now marrying Ted’s brother (Beck Bennett). If that sounds confusing, then you’re not even close to ready for all the time travel stuff that’s to come.

Their career as Wild Stallynz just never took off as their bass player Death (William Sadler) stole their name, and they’re having marital issues that has them seeing a couples counselor (Jillian Bell) – both of them with their wives.

There’s so much to talk about re: Bill and Ted Face the Music, but if you’ve been waiting this long to see what they’ve been up to, you’ll probably want to know as little about the actual plot as possible. The basic gist of it is that Bill and Ted must save reality which is collapsing on itself, commissioned by Kristen Schaal’s Kelly, who is the daughter of the Great Leader, a role taken on by her mother (Holland Taylor). Bill and Ted need to find the perfect song that will bring the entire world and all realities together. They’re also being pursued by a killer robot, just… because?

One of my biggest takeaways for the movie is what good sports Winter and Reeves are to take part in everything that’s thrown at them, including playing different variations on their characters, and some very funny ones indeed. I was also hugely impressed by Weaving (who I didn’t recognize at first) and Lundy-Paine at their spot-on impressions of their “Dads” to the point where their subplot about trying to put together a band to play their Dad’s song by travelling through time and convincing the likes of Jimi Hendrix, Louis Armstrong and Mozart to band up.

There was a time in the ‘80s and ‘90s where movies could just be a fun form of escapist entertainment, and Bill and Ted Face the Music brings that feeling back as it doesn’t seem to care what people think of it – kind of that lovable drunk at the party. Sure, it gets a little corny towards the end when Thea and Billie bring all the elements of their band together, but hey, at least it doesn’t feature an appearance by Smashmouth.

Bill and Ted Face the Music is more silly (and sometimes dumb) fun that is right in the line with the first two movies, but you’re likely to walk away being more impressed by the new generation and how well the filmmakers use Bill and Ted’s family in the mix. I don’t know if I necessarily need more than this, but the movie works better than so many other long-awaited comedy sequels from the past decade or so.

Rating: 7/10

Filmmaker and British TV icon Armando Iannucci make a quick shift into the world of Charles Dickens with THE PERSONAL HISTORY OF DAVID COPPERFIELD (Searchlight), a fairly faithful version of the writer’s classic memoirs of the life of a writer, in this case played by Dev Patel. It’s been a minute since I read Dickens’ book, but Iannucci’s adaptation seems fairly faithful as it follows David (or Davey or Daisy, depending on who is addressing him) goes through a series of homes and jobs, falls in love and meets all sorts of strange characters that he turns into the basis for his first novel i.e. the movie you’re watching.

On paper, it might not be obvious how Iannucci’s normally sarcastic sense of humor might work within Dickens’ storytelling, which has its ups and downs for its main protagonist, but is mostly hopeful. Iannucci’s adaptation is quite ambitious, particularly with the large cast he put around Patel, who isn’t exactly known for his humor. He doesn’t have to worry so much about doing any comic heavy lifting, because he’s surrounded by the likes of Tilda Swinton as his aunt, Mrs. Trotwood; her kite-flying husband, played by Hugh Laurie in possibly his most comic role since Blackadder? Of course, Iannucci brings back his In the Loop ringer, Peter Capaldi in a key role. In all three cases, they make brief appearances but then return later to play a more pivotal role.

The cast is the definition of an abundance of riches including Aneurin Barnard as David’s best friend Jim, Gwendoline Christie, Rosalind Eleazar, Benedict Wong but the most surprisingly funny is Morfydd Clark (St. Maud) as David’s crush Dora Spenlow (and also playing his mother in the early part of the movie? Not too Freudian), whose dizzy laugh and behavior just works splendidly. Similarly, Ben Whishaw play an absolutely hateful Uriah Heep, who continues to plague David and everyone around him.

Like the recent Emma, this is an adaptation that certainly grows on you as it goes along, and that may be because Iannucci never loses sight of the source and doesn’t try to abscond Dickens with his own type of humor. There’s definitely a version that could have been over-the-top and more like a Monty Python adaptation but Iannucci shows a good deal of growth with this adaptation over The Death of Stalin. (Incidentlaly, I also have a crafts review of Iannucci’s movie over at Below the Line.)

Brendan Walsh’s CENTIGRADE (IFC Midnight) is the type of high concept survival two-hander that I have enjoyed in the past, as it puts Vincent Piazza and Genesis Rodriguez in a car in the middle of the wilds of Norway where they’ve been frozen shut into their cars with little in the way of food.

Being IFC Midnight, I was thinking this would be more in the horror vein, but it’s barely a thriller as we watch this couple, Matt and Naomi, wake up to find their car completely covered in snow with no way of getting out and little chance of survival. Also, she’s eighth months pregnant, which could also be a problem.

There’s so much about this movie that I normally love but watching this couple squabble for the first hour of the movie and then for the developments that happen after that. Again, I don’t want to spoil anything if you’ve already decided you want to watch this but the movie is very uneven, and it’s hard to even figure out how they got into such a predicament because we meet them inside the car. Every once in a while, the camera goes outside to show the snow-covered Norwegian tundra, but this is an aggravating semi-thriller that really tests your patience since you can’t figure out how they’re going maintain this for a full thirty minutes.

I will say that the movie’s ending almost makes up for everything you have to endure before that, but with so many better movies in this vein -- you’ll hear a lot of comparisons to Frozen – not the Disney one, but Adam Green’s thriller – and last year’s Arctic, starring Mads Mikkelsen – Centigrade just never lives up to the high-concept premise it begins with. It’s probably fathomable that this is based on a true story. It’s just not a very interesting one.

I was pleasantly surprised by Greek filmmaker Minos Nikolakakis’ ENTWINED (Dark Star Pictures), maybe because I once again didn’t read anything about the movie before I watched it. It stars Prometheus Aleifer as Panos, a doctor who arrives at a small Greek village to be their first local doctor, and he meets a young woman named Danae (Anastsia Kiddi) who is seemingly abused by the violent old man she lives with. Things aren’t always what they seem.

Without saying too much about how Panos’ story plays out after we meet him talking to his half-brother George (John de Holland) at a funeral, we then follow him to the village where he nearly hits Danae with his car. As a doctor, he feels the need to step in and help her, as she’s clearly being abused by this brutish man with a long beard, but he then becomes … wait for it… entwined with her!

There’s a lot I enjoyed about this movie, but most of all is the fact that it follows great gothic horror traditions like the work of Mario Bava or Czech filmmaker Juraj Herz, particularly his 1978 version of Beauty and the Beast. You see, Entwined isn’t horror as much as it’s dark fantasy with a tinge of the erotica as Panos finds him trapped with this beautiful young woman and unable to get back to the village, while George tries to reach him with no luck. Nikolakakis doesn’t use a lot of visual FX to create the sense of dread that Panos must feel as he becomes trapped and seemingly in love with this woman who is obsessed with keeping a fire in her house burning brightly. Without giving any more away, if you go into this not expecting heavy doses of Western horror but more of a gothic fable, then you should enjoy this crafty first feature from a filmmaker that should shine more light on his country’s cinema.

The faith-based historical drama FATIMA (Picturehouse) from Italian director Marco Pontecorvo, may be more of an acquired taste, although it’s getting more of a high-profile release. Set in Portugal in 1917 at the heigh of World War I, it tells the story of three young children from the village of Fatima who tell people they’ve had an encounter with the Virgin Mary. At a time when Portugal was fraught with many anti-religious sentiments in the government, these kids tell the masses that show up that the Virgin Mary wants them to pray and repent for their sins for the terrible war to end.

I knew going in that this might not be my kind of movie, just because I have a hard time believing all this faith hoopla, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as I was expected, mainly because it’s a beautifully-shot film, but the problem is that so much of the story relies on the three child actors, and there’s so much pathos and over-acting that it’s hard to take anything seriously. Probably the best parts are the present day story-framing sequences between Harvey Keitel and Brazilian legend Sonia Braga (playing the adult version of the main girl, Lucia), but the movie really depends very much on you believing in things that you may not believe in, just like so many other faith-based films.

I don’t want to completely throw Fatima under the bus, because I think some people will find it to be watchable and quite enjoyable. It’s not a complete train wreck, but it just spends so much time going over the same points with very little new to add as it goes along.

I was gonna review Matt Eskarandi’s HARD KILL (Vertical Entertainment) when it was meant to open last week, but the movie is so bad that Vertical decided to skip its theatrical release and just dump it on digital along with most of the Emmett Furla productions, starring the actor who just doesn’t give a shit anymore, Mr. Bruce Willis.

Actually, this is an action movie starring Jesse Metcalfe (from Desperate Housewives) as Derek Miller, a former soldier called upon by Willis’ Dayton Chalmers to protect him because his company Chapterhouse has discovered something called “Project 425,” and a week after watching this movie, I could not even begin to tell you what that is, except that every time someone said those words, I couldn’t help but start cracking up. Even worse is that they’re trying to keep this thing from a terrorist known as “The Pardoner” (Sergio Rizzuto) which leads to a lot of conversations where most of the actors seem to have trouble keeping a straight face. It’s like no one making this movie realized what a bad movie they were making.

Otherwise, here isn’t a ton to say about this action movie which mostly takes place in a giant warehouse that doesn’t seem to care that it’s just a giant warehouse but it goes back and forth between shooting guns and talking about the two things in quotes above. The writing is bad, the acting is even worse – I mean, the fact that former WWE star Eva Marie comes off the best amidst all the macho posing. As might be expected, Willis is in the movie about as little as he has to be in order to get a paycheck.

Essentially, this is another one of those VOD-sasters that we used to get so many before COVID hit and every movie released was just mediocre since all decent movies just got delayed until theaters reopened. It’s just such a poorly-conceived movie that it’s shocking that it even got financed. Oddly, it shares a cast with the one and only movie produced by MoviePass Films, 10 Minutes Gone, and not just Willis but Texas Battle, Rizzuto and Swen Temmel, which makes me wonder what happened there. Did Willis bring all of them on this movie? Was it a two-for-one? It’s definitely a mystery especially since the movie is so bad, and that movie wasn’t that much better, but this possibly one of the dumbest movies I've seen this year.

I was hoping to watch the Brett Haley-directed ALL TOGETHER NOW, which debuts on Netflix this Friday, and I’ll probably try to get to it since I’m such a big fan of his work from The Hero to Hearts Beat Loud and others. Haley is a really great filmmaker at getting great performances out of his cast, so I’ll be curious to see what he does with younger actors like Auli’l Cravalho (the voice of Moana!), who plays Amber Appleton, a high schooler with musical aspirations who has to overcome personal hardships. More importantly it co-stars an absolute legend in Carol Burnett and the incredibly funny Fred Armisen, so I’m sure I’ll enjoy it. (If I have time to watch it on Weds, I’ll try to add a review here.)

Opening virtually via the Film Forum in New York is Werner Herzog’s new documentary, NOMAD: IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF BRUCE CHATWIN (Music Box Films), which is about (you guessed it) Bruce Chatwin, who honestly I never heard of, but I didn’t get too far into the movie to find out, cause it was pretty effin’ boring. I guess if you’re interested in Bruce Chatwin, you should check it out, If you have no idea who he is, then Google it. Sorry!

Apparently, the Other Music doc that played last year’s Tribeca Film Festival, directed by Puloma Basu and Rob Hatch-Miller, comes out this week, and I would have loved to have seen it, not because I ever frequented the New York City alternate music store but just cause I’m curious about it now that it’s gone.

On Demand and digital this Friday and then right to DVD and Blu-ray next Tuesday is M.J. Bassett’s ROGUE (Grindstone Entertainment/Lionsgate), starring the one and only Megan Fox (remember her?) as “battle-hardened mercenary O’Hara, leading a squad of soldiers on a daring mission to rescue hostages in remote Africa, until they have to face a gang of rebels and a horde of hungry lions. Oh, Megan Fox, we miss you so much from your Transformers days. No review screeners for this one, so obviously too good for the likes of me.

Let’s get to some of that Virtual Cinema next…

First of all, Film at Lincoln Center has launched its very own Virtual Cinema platform where all its curated content will live, including virtual screenings for the upcoming 58th New York Film Festival, will live. There’s a pretty cool slate of films on there now including last week’s Son of the White Mare and Route One/USA, but also classics like the restoration of Claire Denis’ Beau Travaile (1999), Tsai Ming-Liasng’s The Hole (1998) and more. This Friday, Belgian filmmaker Bas Devos’ 2019 movie Ghost Tropic will be added.

Down at the Metrograph, they’ve added Laurie Anderson’s 1986 concert film Home of the Brave, which you can watch by joining their Digital Membership, although it will only run through Friday. On Friday, it will start an Ulrike Ottinger Retrospective, showing the film work of the German filmmaker, beginning with his 1979 film Ticket of No Return. On Sunday, it will begin showing two of the shorter films by Senegalese filmmaker Djibril Diop Mambéty (Hyenas), new restorations of Le Franc (1994) and The Girl Who Sold the Sun (1999).

Launching through Kino Lorber’s own Virtual Cinema (to help the Museum of the Moving Image in Queens and the Laemmle and Lumiere theaters in LA and others) is Hupert Sauper’s portrait of Cuba, Epicentro, which won the Jury Prize at Sundance for World Documentary. Also opening in Virtual Cinema this Friday and on Digital, Streaming, VOD, whatever you want to call it on Tuesday, September 1, is Dan Partland’s doc #Unfit: The Psychology of Donald J. Trump, and honestly, you can’t get much more self-explanatory than that title.

Other movies I just wasn’t able to get to this week include Still Here (Blue Fox Films), Driven to Abstraction(Grasshopper Films), The Blech Effect (Virgil Films), One Man and His Shoes (Shout! Studios), The Faceless Man(Freedom Cinema) and Through Greenland (Topic). The sad fact is that there are just too many movies being released

On some of the other streaming services, you can catch GET DUKED! (Amazon Prime) and Phineas and Ferb The Movie: Candace Against the Universe (Disney+), but I just couldn’t get to those either. Also, Amazon wraps-up its drive-in series tonight (Weds) with “Movies To Make You Laugh,” screening Coming to America and Girls Trip.

Next week, I think Tenet might finally be coming out in America, but don’t quote me on that!

By the way, if you read this week’s column and have bothered to read this far down, feel free to drop me some thoughts at Edward dot Douglas at Gmail dot Com or drop me a note or tweet on Twitter. I love hearing from readers … honest!

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Hold On To That Feeling

Daydreaming and feeling overwhelming surges of inspiration is normal for me when I’m separated from the means to write (in other words, my laptop) for any extended period of time. I admit that very few times in my life have been so hugely joyous that a certain urgency to capture it in words lasts past the event. Some people have the gift of being motivational rather than nagging and I fully believe that it is the seven-hour car ride next to Sam and my number one baby that I owe this determination to not procrastinate anymore to.

The happiest and saddest experiences are either the easiest or hardest to put into words. In my grief for Max in 2015, I tried desperately to put into words the sudden sense of mortality I felt, being able to remember him as a little pup as if it were yesterday. But unlike my externally forced graduation speech back in 2010, which told as neutrally as possible of my hellish high school years, I couldn’t find the words for my sweet boy. The ever-expanding graveyard is since that summer where I find my ultimate peace and maybe that’s all I can ever say about it.

Maybe because I’ve admired and looked up to One Tree Hill actress and my idol Shantel Vansanten for so many years now, but I finally understand why she says “I look for inspiration in everything around me.” There was a time when I used to wait for that surge of urgency to write, but now many writing courses and pep talks later I’ve realized that it takes as much determination and focus as it does genuine inspiration to be productive. Every time I have heart-to-heart talks with Sam, I come away feeling more talented and capable for it so I owe it to her and myself to capture all the moments that it brings me joy to think about.

After the family vacation through Bruges in Belgium, the French war memorials and last but far from least Watford’s Warner Bros Studios three years ago, I always regretted not pushing through the procrastination to write about how much lasting joy I gained from October 10 2014. Naturally, it was my psychologist who helped me make use of that day of bliss at every turn, by using the happiness of the memory to put me back in a good headspace during stressful and less joyous times. Because I’ve figured out the key to making memories long-lasting for me personally, it is and always has been music. The more Indian weddings I attend the more certain I am that any Indian function my possible future wedding may have will be a sangeet only. I have a carefully chosen anti-anxiety playlist of positive musical associations and have to give even my least favourite One Tree Hill character, Peyton Sawyer, credit for one truth:

But I digress, being a huge fan of John Green’s The Fault In Our Stars after the film adaptation released in summer 2014, come the sightseeing in Belgium that October it was the soundtrack’s peppy track Boom Clap I tuned into as we walked the quaint streets of Bruge. The film’s love story took place in Amsterdam before terminal cancer turned it tragic and hearing that song on a tourist boat ride in Belgium felt close enough to the movie magic to be a joy to recall.

Seeing the war memorials on the next part of the trip it was my Dad’s excitement and the sheer scale of historical melancholy that made it unforgettable, being there to witness the 100th anniversary of WW1 was obviously an immense and sobering experience. But all that took place before one of the happiest days of my life, the one I’m sure I would think back on if J.K Rowling’s Patronus Charm existed in real life. In a way, I understand how she made the joy-sucking Dementors a metaphor for her own depression because that single day has had the strength to carry me through hard times ever since.

Harry Potter was what turned me into what I define myself as today: a fangirl. The fascinating Marauder era still holds a very special place in a heart no longer seventeen but probably happier than nearly a decade ago. It makes me feel old to think that the first Potter film adaptation came out sixteen years ago, 2001 was incidentally the same year to give the world Karan Johar’s Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham, which initiated my ten-year obsession with SRK.

Coming back to the Watford experience, I can safely say it was life-changing: Between Tom Felton’s humorous tour guide recorded narration, the animatronic Buckbeak that actually bowed and blinked and my first taste of Butterbeer, I was floored long before the most exhilarating and then emotional parts of the day. The simulated broom ride which thanks to the souvenir videos and photograph reminds me more than anything else how happy that day was, is still something I just have to watch to feel intense surrealism to this day. But my favourite photograph that day is of me posing behind the Privet Drive sign. It’s hilarious to think that on the set the awful Dursley’s home exterior is right next to the ruin of Lily and James Potter’s house.

Already soaring on a wave of bliss that had begun with the HP film scores blasting all the way to the parking lot, standing in front of that scorched wall is where I got really emotional because somehow the couple who are dead before the series even begins have always meant the most to me. Yes walking through Diagon Alley’s set with the incredible detail on all sides I genuinely felt like Harry in wishing I had about a hundred eyes at once. But somehow it was still that ruined Potter cottage that I remember responding to now; the fictional sacrifice for their baby’s life as stirring and inspiring as anything else that trip.

When I was sixteen I once had a crush on a boy just because he resembled the fifteen-year-old James Potter from the Order Of The Phoenix film adaptation, incidentally my last non-celebrity / fictional crush to date.

Needless to say, that went nowhere and Harry Potter has stayed an important happy place for me longer than anyone in school ever did. There might still be times when the high school years negatively affect how I feel about myself but those days are few and far between.

Luckily for me, it’s a fact that time heals all wounds and someday only those powerful happy memories will remain. As Albus Dumbledore wisely said after all...

Even as a writer, with a craft as creative and yet honed by habit as many others, the end result of a piece like this isn’t always in sight from the beginning. There’s always the fine line of discussing a work in progress with my cheerleading family and figuring out on my own what feels right. I’ve had all sorts of advice; to combine experiences or don’t, or to be honest and heartfelt but draw the line somewhere. But at the end of the day, I know that the only way to get the words out is to find my own flow and go with it. All the song lyrics and Disney mottos about following your heart have got to come from a place of some kind of experience I suppose, so that’s what I decide to do with every word.

The theme of this article is holding on to joy and describing some hugely happy moments in my recent past would not be complete without the last week’s trip to Kottayam in Kerala. Some say this past week, with a royal Indian wedding and such a fabulous vacation with old friends deserves its own article and maybe someday it will get it. After all it took three years to pay tribute to the Potter joy as this article does.

But stand-alone tribute or not, the vacation after the Scindia wedding deserves a very heartfelt mention for inspiring me to write again in the first place with the love from old friends and simply breath-taking experiences. In a way, it does tie into the whole filmy Potter experience because Chacko Uncle shared his jaw-dropping world so modestly with us. How often does the average person get to sneak onto an active TV set and witness a girl prance onto the stage to an iconic SRK song?

For almost a decade my love of Bollywood became a way to connect with my roots from abroad and now it is always being in India that finds some way or other to remind me how much I will always admire King Khan. Granted there’s a huge nostalgia factor now but that song choice and moment in a little corner of that studio, trying to sneak a peek without tripping over the wires or squealing out loud was something I won’t forget in a hurry.

Over the next two days, the thrills just kept on coming, whether it was the epic serenades of our very own crooner Charles (the man stole my heart with Kuch Kuch Hota Hai and kept it awed with a freaking Swiss German number) or getting to feel like a film star speeding along the backwaters, it was definitely like the Warner Studios tour in that I wanted to drink in all the sights and hold on to how I felt in the moment.

I’m not normally particularly keen on selfies, but with the enforced dressing up for the wedding before the Kottayam vacation, maybe the habit of sharing spilled over to that part of the holiday. Cruising along the backwaters I felt able to define wind-swept hair quite literally and even the slight motion sickness became easy to ignore with the sun kissing my exposed skin and finally getting to put my prescription sunglasses to good use. The picturesque backdrops helped me to feel beautiful and for that, I am more thankful than anything. Here’s hoping ten years don’t go by until the next reunion, visits to the south are as much a fascinating window into Mom and Dad’s past as anything else.

As my former obsession show used to say “by its very definition, glee is about opening yourself up to joy” and with experiences like these under my belt I might yet learn to do just that more often.

Despite the way it crashed and burned, Glee did teach me to never stop believing and I like to think I’m one step closer to that faith with the power of all these good experiences to guide me. One Tree Hill creator Mark Schwahn made the idea of “someday” a trademark of many couples he wrote and I think my someday of just feeling good might be a lot closer these days. To end on one final OTH quote because it has words for everything

I’ve come to realize that I don’t have to dismiss the bad things in my past in order to find happiness, but I feel like my perspective on the years of teenage suffering has changed and that, for now, is good enough.

#personal #oth #one tree hill #glee #kerala #backwaters #harry potter #watford #warner studio tour #lillian adler #srk #ddlj #peyton sawyer #quote #julian baker #mark schwahn #journey

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Our history is filled with traveling preachers and quack medicine and searches for the soul. I don’t see this as a new thing. I think the new age is part of a phenomenon that’s been there all along. – James Hillman • The older I get, the more centered I become and the more I think I really know about myself. What I know is that what other people do doesn’t really have any effect on me. – Oprah Winfrey • The only real help is self-help. Anything else is just designed to get you to the point where you can help yourself. – Seth • The principle of science, the definition, almost, is the following: The test of all knowledge is experiment. Experiment is the sole judge of scientific “truth.” But what is the source of knowledge? Where do the laws that are to be tested come from? Experiment, itself, helps to produce these laws, in the sense that it gives us hints. But also needed is imagination to create from these hints the great generalizations–to guess at the wonderful, simple, but very strange patterns beneath them all, and then to experiment to check again whether we have made the right guess. – Richard P. Feynman • The road to social justice for the farm worker is the road of unionization. Our cause, our strike against table grapes and our international boycott are all founded upon our deep conviction that the form of collective self-help, which is unionization, holds far more hope for the farm worker than any other single approach, whether public or private. This conviction is what brings spirit, high hope and optimism to everything we do. – Cesar Chavez • The spirit of brotherhood recognizes of necessity both the need of self-help and also the need of helping others in the only way which every ultimately does great god, that is, of helping them to help themselves. – Theodore Roosevelt • The spirit of self-help is the root of all genuine growth in the individual. – Samuel Smiles • The spirit of self-help is the root of all genuine growth in the individual; and, exhibited in the lives of many, it constitutes the true source of national vigour and strength. Help from without is often enfeebling in its effects, but help from within invariably invigorates – Samuel Smiles • The truth is, I can’t read anything with any distance. Every book is a self-help book to me. Just having them makes me feel better. – Marc Maron • The UNIA teaches our race self-help and self-reliance… in all those things that contribute to human happiness and well-being. – Marcus Garvey • There are many self-help books by Ph.D.s, but I hold a different degree: an I.B.T.I.A.-I’ve Been Through It All. This degree comes not on parchment but gauze, and it entitles me to tell you that there is a way to get through any misfortune. – Joan Rivers • There is a lot of stigma and snobbiness about the self-help genre, and I can’t vouch for everything out there, but for me, the idea of giving someone else the gift of inspiration and making them feel passionate and capable in an area of their life is the most incredible thing in the world. – Matthew Hussey • There’s so many problems in our world, so much negativity. Don’t worry about the darkness – turn on the light and the darkness automatically goes. Ramp up the light of unity within – help do that for yourself, help do that for the world and then we’re really doing something, we’re doing something that brings that light of unity. – David Lynch • This is our siblings of more famous BookWorld Personalities self-help group expalined Loser (Gatsby). That’s Sharon Eyre, the younger and wholly disreputable sister of Jane; Roger Yossarian, the draft dodger and coward; Rupert Bond, still a virgin and can’t keep a secret; Tracy Capulet, who has slept her way round Verona twice; and Nancy Potter, who is a Muggle. – Jasper Fforde • To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself. – Nhat Hanh • To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment. – Ralph Waldo Emerson • To give up yourself without regret is the greatest charity. – Bodhidharma • To say what we should be or do and not link it with a clear exposition of what God has done about our failure to be or do perfectly as He wills is to reject the grace of God and to lead people to lust after self-help and self-improvemen t in a way that, to call a spade a spade, is godless. – Graeme Goldsworthy • Today I will not wait for someone to come to my aid. I’m not helpless. Although help may come, I’m my own rescuer. My relationships will dramatically improve when I stop rescuing others and stop expecting others to rescue me. – Melody Beattie • Too often students are being taught to read as if literature were some kind of ethics class or civics class—or worse, some kind of self-help manual. In fact, the important thing is the way the writer uses the language. – Francine Prose • Transcendent Oneness does not require self-examination, self-help, or self-work. It requires self-loss. – Barbara Ehrenreich • Ultimately the greatest help is self-help. – Bruce Lee • Utilitarianism had found [in Samuel Smiles’ Self-Help] its portrait gallery of heroes, inscribed with a vigorous exhortation to all men to strive in their image; this philistine romanticism established the bourgeois hero-prototype the penniless office-boy who works his way to economic fortune and this wins his way into the mercantile plutocracy. – John Carroll • Very few women have become famous for being who they actually are, nuanced and imperfect. When honesty happens, it’s usually couched in self-ridicule or self-help. Dunham doesn’t apologize like that-she simply tells her story as if it might be interesting. The result is shocking and radical because it is utterly familiar. Not That Kind of Girl is hilarious, artful, and staggeringly intimate; I read it shivering with recognition. – Miranda July • Vitally important for a young man or woman is, first, to realize the value of education and then to cultivate earnestly, aggressively, ceaselessly, the habit of self-education. – B. C. Forbes • When a man has reverence for life, he will never do anything to harm, hinder or destroy life. Instead he bends every effort to help life to fulfill its highest destiny. He strives to maintain, enhance and assist life to make the most of itself. – Wilferd Peterson • When I look for self-help books for myself, I used to be scared that I was going to pick up a book that would depress me even more. – Vinny Guadagnino • When it comes to achieving your dreams, the excuse “I don’t know where to start” is no longer valid. Between the countless self-help books available on Amazon.com and the limitless supply of free articles found through Google, everything you need is just a click away. It’s time you go figure it out! – Hal Elrod • When you acquire enough inner peace and feel really positive about yourself, it’s almost impossible for you to be controlled and manipulated by anybody else. – Wayne Dyer • When you affirm your own Tightness in the universe, then you co operate with others easily and automatically as part of your own nature. You, being yourself, help others be themselves. – Jane Roberts • When you judge another, you do not define them, you define yourself. – Wayne Dyer • Within the new self-help books for women, patriarachy and male domination are rarely identified as forces that lead to the oppression, exploitation, and domination of women. Instead, these books suggest that individual relationships between men and women can be changed solely by women making the right choices. – Bell Hooks • Yes, I know, shaming, isn’t it? I always say you can take the girl out of the 80s, but you can’t take the 80s out of the girl. Before I wrote my first novel, I was reading one of the self-help classics – and it’s as cheesy as you like, so feel free to laugh, Guardian readers – called Awaken The Giant Within, by Tony Robbins, and it inspired me to try. I like motivational books, because I like the go-getting American spirit – your destiny is in your own hands, life is what you make it, don’t accept your limitations, jump before you’re pushed, leap before you look. – Louise Mensch • You are innately designed to use your personal power. When you don’t, you experience a sense of helplessness, paralysis, and depression-which is your clue that something is not working as it could. You, like all of us, deserve everything that is wonderful and exciting in life. And those feelings emerge only when you get in touch with your powerful self. – Susan Jeffers • You can love more than one person at a time, and I don’t give a damn what the self-help books say. – Rita Mae Brown • You cannot help another who will not help him or herself. In the end, all souls must walk their path – and the reason they are walking a particular path may not be clear to us… or even to them at the level of ordinary human consciousness. Do what you can to help others, of course. Show love and caring whenever and wherever you can. But do not get caught up in someone else’s “story” to the point where you start writing it. – Neale Donald Walsch • You cannot wait for someone to save you, to help you, to complete you. No one can complete you. You complete yourself. – Oprah Winfrey • You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself. – Bindi Irwin • You have to be responsible for yourself, refer to yourself, develop yourself, help others, whatever it may be. So we shouldn’t have an idea that the whole thing is to shatter ones ego. – Robert Thurman • You must accept the fact that there is no help but self-help. I cannot tell you how to gain freedom since freedom exists within you. – Bruce Lee • You will find that the mere resolve not to be useless, and the honest desire to help other people, will, in the quickest and delicatest ways, improve yourself. – John Ruskin • You, being yourself, help others be themselves. Because you recognize your own uniqueness you will not need to dominate others, nor cringe before them. – Jane Roberts • Your ability to navigate and tolerate change and its painful uncomfortablene ss directly correlates to your happiness and general well-being. See what I just did there? I saved you thousands of dollars on self-help books. If you can surf your life rather than plant your feet, you will be happier. – Amy Poehler • Your personal philosophy is the greatest determining factor in how your life works out. – Jim Rohn • Youve got all these books on self help, getting to know yourself, doing the right thing, eating the so-called right foods, even down to what books you have on your shelves. People are encouraged to look to themselves first as opposed to being a part of society. – Samantha Morton

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Day Two

I had never heard of Winward until our community service this morning. I never had been so thrilled to be picking up trash; being able to see the detailed work of the graffiti artists was so eye opening. I found a new passion for art viewing. I never thought I'd grow that passion, and that's why I'm grateful for this tour. It is truly about culture and service learning. You never know what you will get out of it, but it's always something positive. Ready to wrap up a wonderful trip with our last college tour tomorrow! -Steven V.

Today was fun. In the morning the trash pickup showed me something i would never forget. Walking around Miami's "graffiti" district showed me that most big cities are similar. I compared the city to my birthplace, Philadelphia. The beach was a fun past time also. Today was the most fun out of all the days here. -Isiah F.

Today was very interesting. First we picked up trash in Wynwood Gardens. While we were picking up trash we say many unique graffiti paintings on the sides of buildings. Later on we went to South Beach and walked down Ocean Drive. -Jaylonne C.

Today was very eye opening. We woke up pretty early to get to our first destination which was picking up trash around the neighborhood. There was beautiful art that I will appreciate later in my life. Then, we went to lunch. Although it was not the best of food, it kept me fool for a while. After this, we went to the hotel to change and I spent the rest of the day on the beach. -Joshua B.

Picking up the litter off the streets and looking at the different art and murals was an experience that I truly enjoyed. I got see a creative and innovative side of Miami that you really don't see in aiken. Also looking at walking through the beach was just breathtaking. The beach was just beautiful. I hope someday I get to experience this one more time. -Jeremiah B.

Today was awesome! I realized how easy it is to just spend 30 minutes of my day to pickup trash off the streets. The walk wasn't bad at all and nor was the heat. The woman that we met at Wynard gave us a warm welcoming and was very genuine. I love what she stands for and how uplifting she is for the community. In addition to the Today's activities, I really enjoyed the beach! The water was much clearer than myrtle beach, and the sand did not burn my feet! I brought souvenirs for my stepdad, and dinner was delicious! Above all, I am very grateful to be included on this trip. I've met the most giving people in the world, and I am determined to follow in their footsteps. I'm sad that the trip is coming to an end, but again, I'm grateful for the new memories, friendships, and experiences! -Fredericka T.

The highlight of my day was the pleasure of spending time in the art district in Miami. The beautiful art in Wynwood Art District truly captured the essence of self-expression from every artist that contributes to the art community. It was also a pleasure to have some fun time at South Beach taking in the sights and simply enjoying family and friends. -Liz M.

Today was actually my favorite day lol. I really enjoyed walking around the community and picking up the trash for the community. I really enjoyed the beach and hope to come again. -Iman M.

Today started out with us volunteering on trash detail around the Wynwood Yard. The Wynwood art district is fundamental. I had the opportunity to visit my first juice bar. Which I was not impressed. Lunch at the Wynwood Diner was amazing. Later on in the afternoon we had dinner and a private tour around South Beach. I hope ever gets an opportunity to visit South Beach. -Pam G.

I really enjoyed our volunteering today with Winwood walls, it felt great helping clean up the neighborhood while exploring some of the art in the area. I would love to get an opportunity to come down here again and connect to do more in this community. During our next stop at south beach, we got a chance to enjoy the water and great weather! Miami is a busy town, with lots of culture to learn and explore. Thank you Dr Mike for taking us down south. -Rania A.

Today we volunteered in the Wynwood District of Miami picking up trash. The district draws artists to it that paint these AMAZING paintings using the building walls as their canvas. The district hosts a BIG arts festival each December that draws many artists and art fans. Wynwood Yards also held a health and wellness fair to benefit the people in the neighborhood. Our service learning projects are a GREAT way to teach us about giving back a BD paying it forward. -Debbie L.

I was so enlightened by true art today from the beginning to the end! The graphics art on the wall at Wynwood and the human art at south beach was interesting. 😊 So grateful for being a part of this experience with my family and trying to help our youth become all they can imagine. -Daniel M. Sr.

The Miami clean up was a cool experience. I got to see a lot of cool art and business in a really interesting part of Miami. I also really enjoyed spending time on South Beach. There were so many interesting people and places. And I must say it was one of the most crowded beaches I've ever been to. -Daniel A M.

We had a great day in Miami! We started off the day picking up trash around the city. After lunch, we spent the rest of the day at south beach to have fun. -Robert M.

I had a lot of fun today in Miami. The art at Wynwood was amazing. Spending time at South Beach was great. There were a lot of people, but everyone was nice. -Kimberly M.

Picking up debris around the community today was fulfilling, though not as strenuous as yesterday still equally helpful. Today I put my wants aside and pushed through the heat to help create a better environment. Doing selfless acts such as today creates a better community as well as character. -Dajane M.

Today was a very relaxing great day. We were able to help the community of Wynwood by collecting trash off of the streets and got to taste yummy drinks and tasty salads. The beach was nice although I didn't get in, I had lots of fun with my group today. -Jada M.

Day 3 of the Miami college tour started early with our group volunteering at the Wynwood Yard in Midtown Miami where the arts district is alive and full of unlimited creativity offering a variety of food, community yoga, small corporate businesses, neighborhood shops, uniquely decorated store fronts and diverse neighbors who live, work and play in their quaint neighborhood. Our group bonded during our clean up task while partaking in a juice bar who's brand was a high end organic bar that was a comfortable lounge for social exchanges. We wrapped with visiting the annual Art Basel district that happens annually in Miami and Hong King. I was most impressed by the artists' displays. My take away feeling and experience in one word is ELEVATED. -Jakki G.

Today was a long but successful day. The community service went better than I anticipated it would be. After the community service we went to south beach. I saw all types of characters wanting to enjoy themselves, I even saw a water iguana trying to get out of the heat. Miami is such a beautiful place that even anyone and anything can enjoy it. I had fun doing the community service and now look forward to what next year has to offer. -Javon B.

Cleaning up the streets of Wynwood was a really good experience for me. Not only did it let me see the real streets of Miami, but also the art all around it as well. It was really a great experience for me and it well help me bring some ideas back to my city. -Malik P.

Saturday was very successful in Miami. I enjoyed the volunteer work hours in the morning, and the juice shop we stopped by. For a first while here no bugs were around at the diner, which was highly appreciated. The beach was nice and south beach felt nice at night with more breeze then heat. -Jordan C.

Today was incredible. I had never been to Miami before and simply being here was like entering a whole new world. So that, plus being in the presence of the WECCAAN crew was one of those days I want and will remember forever. I have been on every tour since they started, and being back with old faces and new is best summed up as a family reunion. We did and we will because WECCAAN. -Giovan B.

Let's reflect on a beautiful sun filled Saturday in Miami! I had the opportunity to see a side of Miami that I never see before which was street art. Artist from all over the world would come to an area in Miami called Wynwood and draw mind boggling paintings on the wall and streets of Miami. I also enjoyed ridding the Miami street of trash. South Beach was amazing as well as seeing the city lights all night long. -Sha'Bria D. J.

If days had title, I would call June 24th the day of new experiences. I tried healthy and interesting combinations of food such as kale and quinoa salads, green leaf juice, and chicken tenders garnished with a leaf on purpose. I admired the street graffiti which stood as the staple of wynwood's art movie. I even navigated through the strip of Miami after dipping my feet for the first time in South Beach sand. These past few days have given me the pleasure to truly mean what my new souvenir hat says: I <3 Miami! -Frelicia T.

The volunteer today consisted of removing garbage from the streets of Miami. Whole doing that we got to see a whole new world through the artist eyes from their art. The art was astonishing and very inspiring! -James H.

Going to pick up trash in that amazing area with all that art was a great experience because where I come from we are not allowed to have thought no matter how much the teens push for it in are scar the beach was amazing i really loved the view. -Toby H.

When we cleaned up today I learned how important it was to take care of your neighborhood and environment. Going to south beach made me a little less self-conscious by seeing everyone dress however and not care. I can say that I really enjoyed myself both my what Miami has to offer and helping out the community. -Jamia J.

Today we woke up and went to an organization to pick up trash. It was a lot of fun, we split up into 3 groups and went around picking up trash/ litter around the streets and beach. We stopped half way through and got refreshments then finished the rest. After we went to eat and it was good, then we came to South beach it was a really great experience and i can't wait till i'm older to do new things here. -Dylan B.

It was really refreshing to service a community outside of our own. I have learned and tasted new things. I literally left my soul in the ocean. Your crew are supportive and stand by your rules. It was refreshing to have everyone on one accord. 1people, 1earth. Blessings to you and the lives you've changed and touch. -Cheryl J.

Today we woke up at 8:30 and went to WynWood so that we can help clean up the community. We filled up like 6 bags of garbage and then put it in the garbage. After we went to eat at this diner and we chilled there for a little bit. We went back to the hotel changed our clothes then headed out the south beach. There we walked around exploring the south beach went to the beach and went to eat. -Jaydeen M.

I really enjoyed today's service in the neighborhood of Wynwood Arts District. There was a lot of trash, but we managed to improve the condition it was in. The art on the walls were really impressive and kept me in awe at their level of creativity. South Beach was amazing and I really did love the shops and eateries that surrounded it. -Kristen L.

Today was an amazing day. I liked picking up the trash because I got to walk around Miami and look at all of the art. Another thing that I enjoyed was how people express themselves in different ways and how some people draw murals. When we went to South Beach, my group had a great time me, my mom and Rania went to one of the stores that I really wanted to go and that was DASH. -Jordan B.

Today was amazing!!!! The art was breathtaking. It's felt good to help keep Miami beautiful by cleaning up the streets. We also got a chance to see it from the ground level. South Beach was beautiful!!!! I enjoyed speeding time at the beach with my children. The water was clear and warm. It's so much to take in! I truly enjoyed today. -Teshania B.

Today was a lot of fun helping out in the Miami community. Exploring the visual art around the city was amazing. Part two of the day at South Beach Miami was amazing. When we explored it was perfect and fun. -Rodney T.

Today was truly interesting. Throughout the day, I took a tour of the city of Miami. As I walked, I observed the extraordinary graffiti art around a specific area of the city. The lady from Wynwood was very nice and she was gracious enough to show us the cultural aspects of Miami. When we went to South Beach, I experienced a few things. I played basketball on a local court, experienced the beach, and ate at a nice restaurant. Walking around South Beach was truly the highlight of my day and in the future I'm looking forward to visiting it again. - Cabral J.

My time in Miami from today was exciting and something I didn't expect. Seeing all the various art work in Wynwood while also helping to pick up trash was amazing to me. Going to explore more of Miami at South Beach was another part that I enjoyed as well. -Nolan J.

Yesterday was very fun. It felt good to pick up trash and help out the community. I enjoyed making a stop at that Juice bar and trying something new. I liked viewing all the art on the walls it was interesting and cool to see. Also South Beach was a lot of fun. -Brooke B.

I was granted the opportunity to tour one of Miami's most diverse areas while also cleaning it up in the process. Afterwards, I had some free time at the beach to relax and enjoy myself before the day of departure. -Keyev B.

Day 2 of the trip was great and we got a lot accomplished. Picking up the thrash and trying new drinks at the juice bar was a fun experience! Getting to hangout at the beach and the strip was also a fun experience. -Anayshia M.

We helped out the community by picking up trash. Then we got refreshments at this organic place. Then we got Wynwood diner for lunch. Last we went to Miami Beach which was fun and this all impacted my life because of the different experiences that I was exposed to. -Julian B.

Dr. Mike allowed us all to spend about five on South Beach, and it was beautiful. I've never been to any part of Florida until now, and for my first time being it was amazing. Miami is beautiful also very hot, and now a little cleaner as we picked up trash in the community. -Charles H.

Today was a very eventful day filled of plenty of activities. It started with a cleanup of the Arts district neighborhood of Wynwood. Next, we were able to go to South Beach and experience the sweltering heat along with the refreshing feel of the Atlantic Ocean. This trip to Miami has shown me a new beautiful area and truly opened my eyes to more possibilities. -Matthew M.

Today we went to Wynwood Yards Volunteer Site to pick up trash. While doing this we observed several pieces of art in the form of graffiti. Most of them were amazing to see. After this we went to eat at Wynwood Diner where I had chicken tenders, which were pretty good. Then we went off to South Beach. While everyone else was swimming, me and a group went to Flamingo Park where we played basketball. Next we went to the beach to go swimming. For dinner we went to BurgerFi. -Bobby H.

It was really refreshing to service a community outside of our own. I have learned and tasted new things..I literally left my soul in the ocean..Your crew are supportive and stand by your rules..It was refreshing to have everyone on one accord.. 1people, 1earth. Blessings to you and the lives you've changed and touch.. -Cheryl J.

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