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here is my sad article that I can not finish. any advice?

I am having an extremely hard time writing a review for “Lady in the water”…. This is what I have so far.

So the Narf needs a circle of hands and a prayer according to the cereal boxes. Yet, this must be done extremely soon otherwise a renegade Scrunt will break the Tartuniks laws and destroy this Queen Narf’s chance of riding the Great Eagle. On top of that no one has found the Guardian yet According to most critics M. Night Shamalan’s latest personal project Lady in the Water is a watered-down fairy tale with poor writing, silly plot twists and no big pay off. I couldn’t disagree more!

The point of every Shamalan film has nothing to do with the plot, nothing to do with the complex world of magic, mystery, and amazing twists at the end. Shamalan makes movies about families ability to reconnect. Signs is about forgiving one’s self and placing faith of family. The Village is about always trying to protect people you love and realizing in the end you will be forced to let them go and walk through life alone. The Six Sense is about leaning on family after trama and letting go of the past to more forward. Unbreakable is about the lonlyness of not knowing your place in the world and re-kendling love once you find that place.

Although Lady is a fairy tale told to Shamalan’s children it is a moralistic tale with wonderful metaphors about believing that every single person has a purpose in the world. Not in the Steve Martin Jerk type purpose. Coinciding with the release of the film a children’s book is being produced with magnificent illustrations. The product description by Hachette Book Group truly explains the purpose of the film version as well: “LADY IN THE WATER is an imaginative reading experience that inspires readers to observe the world around them and consider their purpose on earth.”
After extensive internet searching this universe of Shamalan’s devising shows only moderate appropriation from other source material. Perhaps viewers were expecting a new fable, a new lesson never before told. But bedtime stories exist to reinforce ancient laws rules and lessons.

Yesterday was my fifth Black Hawk Mom. These constantly circling mother's never allow their children to speak up about what intrests them. Over and over they have been shut down vocally and now only mumble and whisper faint excuses for excitement. Today I see another. You can tell by the detailed examination of forms, brochures, and pull pens out of their purse. These are also the mothers who read the text on billboard signs as they pass at sixty miles an hour. Black Hawk Moms don't have anything on Year End Report Fathers.

Year End Report Fathers never ask about happyness, joy, opportunities for self discovery, they only want to know the bottom lines: jobs, emplyment opportunities in a 50 year plan, course offerings, scholorships, money concerns, and statistics. After writing notes from every major college prep book that resembels a stock report page in the Wall St. Journal, you would think 1984 had happened.. They could care less about the energy of facilities, and more about numbers of chairs per room. These are the dad's who don't want to know about programs like glass blowing. How archaically impractical in todays fast paced society.

Five more minutes till my tour, five more minutes till I have to make this place look good. Everyone else gets to eat, all the families bring their drinks with them, I on the other hand get a nervious stomach before these presentations, every single time I get nervious.

Time to ask what people want to know about. Time to face reality. Four familes today, not looking forward to this. I need a recharge.

RVA Mag has a new article up. University PIMP! I wrote it, but now am extremely scared it will get me fired. A full month and a half ago when still living in the pit of dogs, having articles of clothing ripped to shreds, killing giant cockroaches on a daily basis, I wrote a little thing about my job as a tour guide for the art school. It was on a whim, and nothing I really wanted to have published. But I submitted it thinking that I would be moving to another city, working another job, and or never seeing this place again.

But like everything you plan, things change. I still work for the school, I still live here, and I am now going to have to stand behind what I wrote long,long ago.