A Eulogy for Apollonia

Apollonia was angelic from birth. She shone into the world on a ray from the Sicilian sun, but with the graceful charm of a true Greek woman. She was chaste until marriage, obedient, and loyal to her family. We loved her very dearly.

I remember the announcement of her birth, how joyful we all were. And, then, that smiling face! Ah! Such a bright and beautiful baby. We knew that she had come from the sky, such a radiant, precious girl. So, we named her Apollonia.

She was always a helpful one, or she tried to be. If it weren't for her we might have twice as many pots as we do now. But that was her nature, and when she looked up from the shards, all broken at her feet, how could you not smile?

She never said anything mean, and really, she didn't say much until you opened her up. If you knew her, if you really knew her, then you knew she was excitable. Energetic. She drank in the light and saved it for later.

And such curiosity. Curiosity like you’d never seen. She was fascinated by the new technologies that visitors brought. She longed to explore, to drive, to learn, and she did. Apollonia learned and then she taught. She taught the children about the leaves and why they change color, and about the earth, and how tires move. She taught them, and they loved her. She could make a bull sit and listen to her teach. With such a melodic voice, how could you not stop and enjoy her? Even for just a while.

And then she met Michael, who loved her more fully than we ever could. He took our girl into his home and heart. It was obvious how much they loved each other from the very start. you could see the way he fed her grapes, so delicately, that he respected her. Our family would have had nothing but the best for our dear Apollonia. When we saw that she loved him, it was set. He was an American, this Michael, and he could provide for her in a way that we couldn't. She would not have to carry water up from the well anymore. She would not have to lift a finger. She would only have to be with him, and love him.

Michael had cars and fancy ideas. He could teach her all that she wanted to know: about the sky, and America, and English. She told me once in confidence that the first time she saw him, she was so badly stricken with desire, that she ran from him. What a good girl she was. And boy, did she love him.

It is an unfortunate thing that we did not know of her ailment. If only Michael had told us just how sick she was. But Apollonia, compassionate as she was, begged him not to tell us, for fear that we would worry. He tells me she cried. She cried, because she did not want us to hurt. It is a miracle that Michael is still here today. The doctors had to burn her body, so that she would not infect any other person.

Apollonia died in a blaze of love for her family. She left the world as she entered it: on a ray of 

the Sicilian sun, but with the undying grace and charm of a true Greek woman. God be with you, 

Apollonia.

(*Eulogy based on Apollonia from the Godfather. I imagined that, though she was blown up in a car bomb, Michael would have lied to protect her family from the harsh truth.)

Heathers is _________!

I was in the mood for cliché this weekend, which there is absolutely nothing wrong with. I was hungering for gossip, for a popular clique, and ultimately for the theme of individuality winning over some swanky boy. I wanted something that tasted like Clueless and Mean Girls fell into a thanksgiving turkey and let me eat them up. This is what I expected when I finally sat down to watch Heathers, directed by Michael Lehmann. When it opened up to three well-dressed girls all playing croquet in a professionally groomed backyard, I didn't think I was wrong; but, boy was I ever.

Don't get me wrong, it was great! The movie starts off with the odd-one-out, Veronica (Winona Ryder), already in the clique (composed of three other girls, all named Heather, and herself). We are introduced to Veronica's special talent of forging people's handwriting, which is a very specific, very important plot device. When a cute boy (Christian Slater) pulls out a gun in the school cafeteria, the movie begins to show it's true colors. He is only given detention, surprisingly to both the audience and Veronica, though no one seems to care about much at Westerburg high, not even when it comes to their own lives. After a night of binge drinking, the head Heather has quite a hangover. Veronica runs to her aid, but accompanying her is the very troublesome J.D.: the boy who pulled the gun. Heather jokingly suggests that she'd like to kill Heather, and with a very easily avoidable chain of events, J.D. kills the head Heather with a cup of cleaning fluid. Veronica is then forced, and I use the term forced lightly, to write a suicide note from her 'best friend,' so that the two teen-lovers won't be charged with murder. (This will not be the first note that Veronica forges with her super-power of forging handwriting.) This sparks a long line of murder-suicide-suicide-attempts that drive the movie further and further into a hole of misfortune, bad decisions, and somehow the total desire to have Veronica and J.D. work out in the end, even though J.D. is totally a sociopath.

The first thing I’d like to say is that, Heathers surprised me in a way I didn’t realize I wanted to be surprised. It genre-meshes. It would be just as easy to say that Heathers is a Teenie-Bopper film as it would be to call it a horror film. All of the elements of teen drama are left in: apathetic teachers, mean girls, defiance of normalcy, but then mixed in to all that are very complicated plots to assassinate other students for mere pleasure. There comes the psychological breakdown of J.D., and Veronica trying to clean up the mess of bodies that she’s created in a pastel world. The movie is almost like a thriller wearing a mask. We see J.D. and Veronica as they are, rebellious and at least in J.D.’s case, staunchly apathetic. There’s no secret to the audience about who the killers are, or their motives. It’s the movie itself that charades as something it’s not.

The movie makes a statement about what it is to be, and to be cool. The Heathers aren’t cool. J.D. isn’t cool. Martha Dumptruck isn’t cool. No one in the entire school is cool.. As J.D. says, “People will look at the ashes of Westerburg and say, ‘Now there's a school that self-destructed, not because society didn't care, but because the school was society.’” Heathers makes a statement by satirizing high school, showing what it is to live, and what it is to die. In watching the film you can’t help be constantly thinking, what are these people doing with their lives?! When the student body starts dropping like flies, no one much seems to care unless they have something to gain from it. This is made blatantly obvious with the audible thoughts of people at the funerals, the way they gossip, and that the high school mourns for the television, and not for themselves.

Although Heathers is not entirely realistic, what with Veronica’s knack for writing with anyone elses hand, J.D.’s magical perfect timing, and the fact that J.D. and Veronica are frankly, a bit sloppy with their murders, and yet are never caught, It adds to the charm of the movie. Although it’s meant to surprise and shock, it has a light-hearted tone that can be hard to balance with the dark themes. The audience is not set to worry if the two will be arrested for their radical behavior, and for the most part, we are able to watch the movie with ease and gawk at how ridiculous the town is.

Heathers is full of symbols, and it’s quirky approach to the typical teenage drama-comedy is fresh and satisfying. Although it is not entirely believable, it is fun and meant to entertain, which it does a very nice job. Heathers will charm you with its wit and the complex dynamic between the characters. Although I would sooner compare it to Edward Scissor Hands than to Clueless, it is definitely worth your time, especially if you want to watch something unique and different. Nice job, Heathers. You’re beautiful.

4 out of 5 suicide notes

Mid-Trimester Reflection

Well, I am really enjoying this class. I analyzed films before when I watched them, but now, I feel like I have at least a solid background for picking out the key elements of films with some skill. I have things I love to notice, like symbolism and character development, but I am able to do these things more fully now. I have learned several new things to observe, such as circular story (a new favorite) and externally/internally believable truths.
When I watch television or movies (basically, when I watch Netflix) I am constantly looking for reoccurring elements and pieces of cinematic gems hidden among the plot lines. I was watching Being Human yesterday, and I saw an image from the first episode and I was thinking, "Oh! Is this a circular story?" then I realized, no it wasn't because it was from a different episode, which would make it more of a reoccurring image, but then The men basically had the same conversation as in the start of the episode, but now it was opposite. I was so excited, because not only was it heavily significant to the character development of both men, but it was also a circular story and the role-reversal was just the cherry on my cupcake. I was so happy.
Although I believe myself to be an open minded person as far as my viewing tastes, at the start of this class I had a thing against Westerns and scary sorts of movies. I refused to watch them. In fact, when we read our chapter on being open-minded about film, I joked to my mother that I should start watching Westerns. Now, I do feel a lot more inclined to give the two genres a chance, even looking online for the most classic frightening films. I have some new tastes to explore.

To: Ms. Julie Taymor

109 Sheffield
Saline, Michigan, 48176

September 21, 2014

Julie Taymor
1801 Century Park East
Los Angeles, California, 90067

Dear Ms. Taymor:

Hello, I'm Hannah. I really just wanted to congratulate you on your success with Across the Universe. I know this may be a bit belated, but if I were to ever meet you, I think I'd cry. This movie is cause for celebration.

The use of classical Beatles music in your film is what first intrigued me, and I was not disappointed. Each line of the musical score selected is relevant. Your skillful use of visual art during the musical interludes are impactful and beautiful. Many scenes will stick with me for a long time, especially the one where Max goes in to try and avoid the draft. I think the dancing is effective, and sorting the soldiers through machines was simply inspired. I wish I could communicate to you in a better way of how smart you are to include the things you included.

Going along with the music are the artists and actors you chose to play your characters. The voices are all perfect, singing in tribute to the Beatles, but also strong enough to stand on their own. Brilliant, Ms. Taymor is the fact that you didn't stand for one voice in your film; there were allusions to Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin! I listen to the soundtrack often. Beautiful, beautiful.

Not only is your movie beautifully artistic, but it gives a voice to the Vietnamese War has stuck with me. You display the troubles of both being at home during the war and in the thick of it. It is very touching and powerful. Honestly, I think that your movie has made me sympathize with the time period, and understand the time period much more than any lecture I could have listened to (and I really enjoy history lectures- no joke). Because of the obvious effort and heart that you have put into this movie, the Vietnamese War has a special interest for me.

Across the Universe is one of my all-time favorite movies. It is as powerful as the first each time I see it. I use it for school projects as often as I can, because it's magnificent, Ms. Taymor. I just want to say thank you. It is a true gift to watch your film. I wish you the best with all your future endeavors. 

Thank you,



Hannah Marie Burkhart

Hanna was ______!

Hanna, a 2011 movie directed by Joe Wright, is truly one of the most cinematically poetic movies of our generation. It is centered around a sweet looking sixteen year old girl, who has been trained her whole life, by her father, as a highly skilled assassin. The film follows Hanna’s journey to eliminate a single woman who has been after her since Hanna’s birth, and to afterwards make her way back to her father. Through the story, Hanna also has to deal with the fact that, although her skills are finely honed, she lacks both knowledge of social standards and actual experience with modern day technologies. The film goes through many suspenseful chase scenes that are neither cliche nor interminable, all while balancing both the merciless side of it’s ruthless protagonist and the idea that she is indeed a little girl.

Although Hanna is a particularly quiet main character, the writers did an excellent job making dialogue count. Through the progression of her journey, she meets a variety of characters whose voices are definitely heard, even if they don’t have much screen time. Each and every person has a nearly fully developed personality and motive. It is so refreshing to see ‘real people’ on screen. Many writers fail in making their characters honest enough to be almost touchable, but Hanna does this effortlessly. It makes the film more enjoyable to watch, easier to connect to, and quite refreshing.

The visual stimulation that comes along with watching this film is a true delight. Taking place on several different terrains, Hanna catches both the desolate beauty of the desert and the elegant simplicity of the tundra. There are several scenes that play with the lush look of deciduous forests. Even urban settings are given their fair-share of camera-angles and attention. The true treasure, however is that these backdrops only enhance the story itself. Snow looks white on its own, but it looks especially so when scarlet melts through the top layer of crystals. A forest is only that until you add a fairy-tale inspired house- suddenly it all looks so very enchanted. The creators of Hanna were artists in their own right, making each and every setting count. The symbolism, though, is where Hanna really shines. I continue to be in awe at every viewing. To be honest, going into any details about this will only be spoiler-ridden, and doing that could be catastrophic if you plan on seeing the movie. What I will say is, the credits roll, leaving you in holy wonder at the power that has just rolled into your eye sockets for one hundred and eleven solid minutes.

Five Assasins out of Five Assasins