So, I’ve been looking at movies in a different way. I have recently watched many of
my favorites, again. Like: Pretty In Pink, Say Anything, Some Kind of Wonderful,
Only You, Benny & Joon, Sixteen Candles, and 50 First Dates. I’m supposed to
stay in the genre that I’m currently working on. I’m romantic-comedy burnt out at
this point. HA.

Anyway, last night I had four movies from Netflix: Dark Days, Alpha Male, Perfume,
and Thr3e. The only one I liked was Dark Days which was a documentary. Even it
wasn’t The Parrots of Telegraph Hill, but it definitely held

Alpha Male was too… I don’t know, shock value-ish. My choice of words is many
times less than desirable. Maybe nasty stuff coming out of someone’s mouth that I
could have given birth too bothered me. Maybe it’s because it was that excessive
and vulgar. Maybe it was because they reached a line and didn’t stop… they kept
going with no breaks. Was the movie good? I don’t know. I turned it off.
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Perfume had potential but everything was thrown in my face. Nothing was left to figure out. Every scene was done
in such over exertion that I felt like I was being spoon feed something I might have liked if I wasn’t being told I
was a moron.

Thr3e, well… I have no words. I had high hopes but the first ten minutes of it was so cliché that they lost me and
never did manage to bring me back. I watched three quarters off it, too.

Dark Days was a documentary about homeless people that live in the train tunnels of New York (I think it was
NY). It was very surreal. Having been around many homeless people, working at the gas station, I found most of
them to be very kind, considerate and even giving people. Some of them were druggies, but most had reasons
(beyond most of our comprehension) as to why they choose to numb themselves. I am not saying that it’s right
but I am saying that on some deeper, humane, compassionate level… I think I understand. You know, not all of
them are druggies. Many American’s are only a few paychecks away from being homeless. I guess what I’m
saying is that even back then I met homeless people that were just trying to get a break. They were clean,
straight and hoping to get back on their feet.

I remember… years ago, having a conversation with my brother, Scott, and my boyfriend at the time. We got into a
big discussion about strippers. I firmly said, “If I had a child and I had no other way to make ends meet I would
surly do it.” I remember my boyfriend getting so upset over this. I never did understand that. McDonalds won’t pay
the rent. Minimum wage is a joke and the hardest jobs are the ones you get paid the least for. Don’t get me
started on the pay of teachers, cops, firefighters, and the military (just to name a handful).

My first job was McDonalds at the Tacoma Mall. It was horrible. The next time you get a cheeseburger from the
dollar menu… take a moment, smile at the cashier and wish them a happy day. The next time you interview
someone that has worked in a fast-food restaurant take a moment to reflect on what exactly that means. I will
guarantee you that there are more professional college students than there are professional fast-food
employees.

Who is going to work hard? I’m not knocking college students; I am saying that a hard worker is a hard worker…
college or no college. I’ve been around the work force long enough to know that many people that are fresh out of
college are still in party mode or spoil me mode.

I look at my younger sister. She worked her butt off to get through college. She paid her way and her living costs
(off campus) by working full time. She didn’t eat much other than Top Roman and Mac and Cheese. After it was
all said and done she became a teacher.

A little off on a rampage, but I must have needed to say it. I just think the world is so messed up sometimes. Don’
t get me started on credit or the management pyramid which are both absolutely, unequivocally, so back-ass-
wards that it’s similar to having napkins stare you in your face when you are bare assed on the toilet. You never
see the Bounty because you are blind by your quest to find that generic toilet paper.

Sometimes, what we desperately search for isn’t half as caressing as what is in front of us.

Out listening to Psych furs’

“Heaven”

Cindy Callinsky
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