My Review of The Elephant Man

The Elephant man was a very interesting, disturbing, and uplifting movie in many different ways. In each one of the distinctive categories the director David Lynch was able to take his own thoughts, twist them all around and create the movie The Elephant Man. The Director was able to tie into the movie what he believed, we as human beings are doing to the mother earth. The theme that Lynch is conveying in the film is that we are not only hurting her, but also “raping” mother earth without any remorse. The outcome of this tragedy is men, of disfigured forms, because if we are treating our home as normal as possible, we do not deserve to be normal. The fact that David Lynch is able tie in his beliefs within a film that is based on true events is astonishing. This theme, and I guess you can say the director really got me thinking, the fact that this movie was released in 1980; and people today can see no changes have been made but rather “deformities” of our mother earth. The disturbing part of the whole film, is the fact that people can be really “disgusting” in the way we treat on another. The fact that we would treat another human being differently just because of appearance, horrifies me. John Merrick was not a creature nor an animal at all, but rather a kind hearted, sincere, gentleman. Another theme I think Lynch may have created is that, we need to stop seeing the outside layer of all individuals, objects, and topics. We need to start looking and understanding the underlying context of everything and take into consideration of what everything in the world really stands for. We need to stop sugarcoating evidence, and reveal the truth beneath it all. This is my review and take on David Lynch's The Elephant Man, I guess we are all Elephant men in some way or form. 

My Name is John Merrick...

Today is yet another day in the life of a carnie, I am constantly getting showed off by me “caretaker” Mr. Bytes, I am actually quite tired of this job, I always stay up at night thinking to myself when will the day come to where people will not view me with disgust but rather in the sense of praise. Bytes is always mistreating me, there is never a day that goes by that he is not drinking and abusing me, the only nice person around would have to be the little boy, Bytes’ assistant. I want to have that one day where I can be shown to the world and go about life with a sense of security rather than a sense of insecurity. I heard Bytes actually talking to this man; I believe his name was Treves or something of that sense. I think he was a Doctor, if he is a Doctor I sure hope, the hospital can cure me or take better care of me then Bytes. I am now wondering, if this man is a doctor, will he invite me to the hospital, give me my own room, and feed me all the time. I hardly ever get fed with Bytes’ I do not know when the last time was I seen a decent meal. I am so lonely in this “cave” I want friends; I want sincere people that I can call acquaintances. My life has been tragedy since birth, with my mother gone, I wonder if she ever thinks of me the way I think of her. I constantly carry her picture with me, every time I look at it I always get uplifted with happiness, I guess you can say she is the only one that can give me strength. Well I have to go to sleep now, I can never get quite comfortable when I sleep, I am always tired I can never sleep like normal people. I want to see what tomorrow will bring me when I see this man named Treves. 

Welcome to my Nightmare bwa ha ha ha ha ha!

I once had a nightmare that involved one of my greatest fears; the character of the Halloween Movies, Michael Myers, this nightmare was like nothing I have ever dwelled upon in my entire life. It was an ordinary day, and my family and I were coincidently out on Halloween night having fun and getting candy like all normal children love doing “trick o treating” as they call it. Me and my family were out on this one street, getting candy, and I approached this rather terrifying yet unique woman dressed up as a witch, and as I was done receiving candy from her, walking down the street was the man, of all my fears, Mr. Michael Myers. This man was dressed in the exact same costume, and roaming down the middle of the street by himself with no one else in sight, but the kids on the sidewalks and the people outside there houses. My heart began to race, and sweat began to drip down my face, I was only about 6 or 7 at this time I did not know what true fear was until this exact moment. I ran for dear life by myself around the corner I fell to the ground, and in agony I curled up into a ball and began rocking back and forth. My parents found me like this, as I was crying, and to this day I am too afraid to go trick o treating. I will always have that constant fear of knowing someone will be dressed in that such costume and this sense of fear will rise inside me once again. I still have not gotten over this fear and I do not know if I ever will.