...It Happened One Night This movie is a well put together movie and directed for being filmed during the depression. All thought the movie was filmed in (1934) I still found comedy in it today. Ellen Andrews character played by Claudette Colbert reminds me of a complete spoiled brat, she plays the character extremely well. She plays being spoiled, selfish and naïve and the original run away bride. She reminds me of the epitome of a complete spoiled brat who thinks everything needs must be bestowed to her. I feel that is why Colberts character Ellen Andrews and Gables character Peter Warne had fallen in love with each other as they had, because she had never been spoken to or treated that way she had from anyone because of his enormous personality. These two characters opened up the prelude to the romantic comedy seen for movies today like The Proposal, Failure to Launch, and How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. There are some scenes in the movie that today would seem toned down and not as risqué as it was in the 1940s, such as then Andrews hails a hitch hike using her leg and says “The limb is mightier then the thumb” this is both funny and then unheard of. Another part is the fact that they are even sleeping in the same room and put a sheet up through the middle of the room just to make it seem more appropriate. A part that I didn’t notice the first time watching it is when Warn is buttoning up Andrews shirt after they out witted the men who are searching to find Andrews for her...
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...It Happened One Night directed by Frank Capra and Crazy Stupid Love directed by Glenn Ficarra and John Requa are both romantic comedies. It Happened One Night released in 1934 and Crazy Stupid Love released in 2011 expresses different values during two different eras; one of the things these two films have in common is great character development. While both films show different levels of conservatism, they both find a way to show the growth and development of their central characters Ellie (It Happened One Night) and Cal (Crazy Stupid Love). The similarities between these two films is that they tell stories about main characters and how they develop over a course of time. In Crazy Stupid Love, Cal learns that his wife cheats on him and wants a divorce. Cal then with the help of his new friend Jacob changes from a character that the audience feels sorry for to a provocative man that wants to...
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...later known as the Boston Massacre took place. Like the death of the boy in February, this conflict became a rally for change in the eyes of the colonialists. But, there is conflict as to what happened that night due to accounts of what happened varying between colonists and British, and even between colonists themselves. What is known for sure is that on the evening of March 5th, a group of Bostonian boys began to throw snowballs at a sentry on duty. A small crowd began to support the boys and taunt the sentry, leading him to call for help. From there, the events drastically escalated to the point...
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...sighting at least). Apparently in my stupor (like I said, it was a great day for whiskey drinking and I put on a clinic) I invited two different girls over to my house on my walk home with my friends from the bar. It really was a great birthday, I got really drunk all day all over the place so I remember very little in nothing but fragmented blurs. And oh yeah, the only bad part was that my house got robbed latter that night. This is what I do remember: I woke up wide-awake at 7:30 am so dehydrated that I could barely move or open my eyes. I’m fully dressed with my shoes still on, laying face down on top of the sheets with my contacts in and everything on my nightstand had been thrown across the floor. Jolted awake by the harsh reality of morning, I began to try to remember what happened the night before but I can’t get past that familiar yet fine taste of bourbon that has come to welcome me in the morning as often as the sun’s light. My next move seems obvious. I should go down stairs, get wicked high and chug water to recover and start to piece together the night. Once I got downstairs I saw that my bong was missing. Still quite drunk and unfazed by this seemingly small problem, I stumbled around the house looking for it. Unable to find it I decided to roll a J instead, but I couldn’t find my grinder either. I made it into the kitchen, tripping over beer cans, and see that my back door is wide open. Taken aback by this new fold in my morning, I looked around and noticed...
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...Did you know that those who don’t know history are the ones who are most likely going to repeat it? “Night”, a book about the Holocaust, written by Elie Wiesel, can help us learn more about what really happened. Many people think that “Night” should be banned. I, on the other hand, think that “Night” shouldn’t be banned. One of the ways that we can prevent something from happening twice, especially if it's bad, is to learn about it. By learning about it, you learn that the mistakes made in the past were wrong and you then understand not to make the same mistakes. The quote “The story of how we hate can take over a society” tells us that because of how one person thinks, it can affect an entire group of people to think the same way. People...
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...She didn't even know this woman and now Peggy seemed to not even care that they were married, and had never met before a drunken night which neither of them remembered. She finally stuttered out an answer. “Of course. I mean not because I'm married to you, as you seem like a perfectly nice person and all, but I don't even know you really.” After their kiss they both started to smoke, as they walked back out of the dirty chapel. When the fire alarm went off from the cigarette smoke they both just laughed and started to run as the priest yelled behind them. They yelled back about raising hell, and turning it up to the priest before making it back out of the building. Peggy nodded, as her possible wife was completely right. And yet she still didn't agree. She didn't remember much from last night, and despite the searing pain in her skull from the hangover, she didn't have any regrets. The fleeting memories she had were of laughing with Maria as they ran and drank. As she remembered nothing terrible that had happened, she chose to believe that the night had been amazing, despite not remembering most of it. “We should both see what we remember and try to piece it together from...
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...The Theme of Responsibility and The Assault By Harry Mulisch In order to be responsible, one must be able to make moral and rational decisions while taking in consideration the guilt one will feel if the memory of their actions come back to haunt them. The Assault by Harry Mulisch explores the idea of responsibility through the infliction of a murder on the lives of innocent and guilty people. The idea that one must be able to answer for one’s behavior is portrayed in a peculiar way throughout the novel. It seems as if from the beginning of the novel Anton and his family are being held accountable for a murder that none of them were responsible for. As Anton’s “mother and Peter were just in time to see the [Kortewegs] deposit the body in front of carefree,” (Mulisch 19) the reader automatically perceives an injustice that will affect the characters and readers throughout the entire novel. Responsibility is one of the very first subjects that catch the eye of the reader in the novel as the reader is first left with the question of who killed “Fake Ploeg, Chief Inspector of Police, the greatest murderer and traitor in Haarlem” (Mulisch 17) without the thought of a severe consequence that would soon cloud their lives, and why the body was moved in front of the house of the Steenwijks. The thing about responsibility that catches the reader off guard is the fact that no matter who committed the deed, whether good or bad, someone will have to take the blame for whatever the situation...
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...historical movie with documentation of what happened on that cold night of April 14, 1912. Historians like to tell people what happened from the facts that are given to them, and eye witness accounts of what had happened on the ship the night it plunged to its deep dark grave. Everyone knows that the ship sank and that it is gone, but what they don't know is what had happened while people were being loaded into the lifeboats and what was occurring after the ship went down. Men played a big role in all of this; some were looked upon as cowards and others as heroes. There are different view points of what the roles of men were. Not only during the night the Titanic went down, but also the roles they played in society in 1912. For everyone who survived the sinking, should be thankful and happy because more then half the people on the ship that night passed away. The male survivors however had to justify how they survived, because the rule of the sea was women and children got on the life boats first. The men aboard the Titanic had responsibilities after the ship collided with an iceberg. They were looked at as if they knew they weren't going to live, but they had to save the women and children who were aboard the Titanic. As for the men who just wanted to save their own lives and didn't care about anyone else, these men were thought to be cowards. There were also people who were considered to be heroes that night. Two of the heroes that night were wireless operators aboard the ship...
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...It was like any other day in UITM Alor Gajah; we were just getting use to our new life as a university student. On that faithful day, Aiman, Azri and I went to one of our friend’s birthday party at Masjid Tanah. We had the time of our life as the party went on until late at night. It was approximately one o’clock in the morning when we arrived in front of the main entrance and the night was almost pitch black as most of the street lights were somehow turned off. As we entered the university’s main entrance we started to feel unease due to the fact that there were no police officers guarding the main entrance. We went up the hill passing through the HEA parking space and getting closer to the library. We were talking very lively as we get closer and closer to the library not knowing the terror that awaits us there. Just arrived in front of the library, as we were chatting suddenly something strikes at the back of my mind. I thought I heard some weird noise coming from the lockers. I just kept on walking as I tried to convince myself that it was only my imagination. But then, Aiman and Azri pulled me by the sleeves and said that they also heard the weird noise. All of a sudden, we were shocked by a loud sound like a locker was being banged opened. Our hearts literally skip a beat. We thought it was the wind slamming on one of the opened locker so we kept on walking. Just before going down the stairs, we heard a loud echoing scream coming from behind us. Our body were frozen, we can’t...
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...names of the victims who are not forgotten by the American population. Berne discuses how it felt to go to such a a site where people from all over the country and from the world gathered to pay tribute to those who died. She also talked about about how no one could describe what happened and how painful it was to see that memorial. This text also discusses how this memorial brought everyone together and showed how people were proud to be American and also proves that the American population did not forget what happened and they even feel stronger after what happened. After terrorists attacks the population always tend to come together to show how strong their country in for instance it also happened in Paris “Paris attacks: Victim recalls horror as she played dead to survive Bataclan massacre” is an article written by Kabita Maharana who describes the events that happened to a young South African women called Isobel Bowdery, who was at the Battaclan terrorist attack in Paris. Bowdery narrates the evening of the 13th of November as a peaceful Friday night where people went out to enjoy the weekend before the terrorists attacked unarmed men and women in the French capital she describes the event as "It was just a Friday night at a rock show. The atmosphere was so happy and everyone was dancing and smiling”. Bowdery described seen grown men cry because of their dead girlfriends, strangers shielded other people by becoming human shields themselves to save lives, how she had to...
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...A lot has happened to me in the past few years that has led me to this decision to apply to Colorado Christian. Almost 3 years ago I gave myself to Christ whole-heartedly. I had always been raised Christian, but as I got older I started to question a lot of what I was being told to believe. See I’ve never been the type of person that blindly follows and abides by all rules, just because they are there. I constantly question those beliefs and look for rational explanations to events that occurred. However, on the day I became a Christian there was no other way to explain the way I was feeling after that service, except that God was there. That Wednesday night I happened to get off work early and there happened to be a service that night. I walked in to church that night wondering why...
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...latter. As she was walking down the street, she noticed an old man sitting and clutching his stomach, he was dirty and obviously hungry, Moira remembered that she has a sandwich and a few crackers which she always keeps in her bag, she too was hungry but thought that the old man needed it more than she does, so she took it out and handed him the sandwich and crackers, the old man looked up and gave her a thankful smile, “Thank you young lady, you have such a good heart, may God bless you” Moira stood and said “You’re welcome sir and thank you” and went on her way. As she was nearing the dreaded junction, she was struck with a dilemma, there were two ways that leads to her house, the first one was lit up with street lights but will take her half an hour to reach the house and the other one was dark but will only take her ten minutes to go home, since the moon was shining and bright enough, she chose again the latter. As she was walking, she noticed a man was standing a few meters away from her, it looks like the man was waiting for something, she could see the face of the man and knew that he was up in no good, she was terrified and scared, she wanted to run but knew that showing fear would only worsen the situation, so she sent a little prayer to God, Dear God, let nothing happen to me, please do guide me home safely as she was about to pass the man, the man went to move but stopped abruptly and...
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...Night Essay Night is a very familiar concept for all people. It is a period of time in which the sun has moved to a different part of the world, thus darkness ensues. Humans use this part of the “day” to sleep, or to do other things that otherwise could not be done during the day. Night is also very symbolic; it is darker, colder, harsher, and lonelier than the day. People often associate night with fear, for their fears can more likely be realized as night. Elie Wiesel’s title for the book is appropriate because of the things that happened in the camp. First, unimaginable horrors took place during World War 2. To be more specific, things that we cannot imagine took place in concentration camps, and that is where the novel takes place. Wiesel...
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...back to her and not listen. When you see her, you automatically assume she is the type of mom who believes everything you tell her like for example, “ Mom I am going to the movies” when you are really going to a party. She is thick, burgundy hair, brown eyes, and has the loudest laugh. You will never think she is one of those strict moms. All my friends would tell me “Oh my God, your mom looks so nice” when in reality to me she was the meanest mom in the world because she wouldn’t let me do anything. At age sixteen, I met this pretty skinny girl with curly brown hair whose name is Lupe. She was fourteen, two years younger than I am. We were always together and went to the movies almost every weekend and sneak in McDonalds. Then about three years later, she started hanging out with new friends who would drink almost every day, smoke, and party. When my mom noticed her change, she didn’t want me hanging out with her because of her bad reputation. She wouldn’t let me go out with her anymore or talk in the phone with her. Of course I would disobey her and still keep hanging out with her, since I considered her my best friend. Lupe would always tell me to spend the night at her house or at another friend’s house, but obviously my mom wouldn’t let me. She would say that I can go to their house for a while, but not to sleep over because you never know what their family is like. That you can never trust other...
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...and always meet at the café in my neighborhood and set up the plan of the weekend. But that Saturday something , an special event was going on in my city cotonou. It was the 11th of may, the celebration of the death of Robert nesta marley (bob marley) . on that day something happened in my life. It help me change the way I perceive things and grow my faith. I wish It didn’t happen but at the same time it was a good experience. Every Saturday night in cotonou, is amazing. In the whole west Africa, cotonou is known as the city that party the most in the weekend. I am from that city and I used to love partying a lot till an tragic event happened in my life, a traffic accident. Let me explain a little bit how it happened. I was only 19 years old. Early in the morning around 8 am, I called my best friends kader and biggie. I asked them to meet me at the café which was the routine almost every saturday. I was already there, and while I was waiting on them I ordred the breakfast. When they got there we start setting up our plan for the night, and together enjoyed the food. Couple hour later around 10 am , I went to “missebo,” a outside clothes market 30minutes far from my house and bought my outfit of the night. As soon as I left “missebo,” I went back home. My mother was with her husband at a weeding party , so I took her car and drove it to kola’s house another of my best friend. At this time I knew how to drive very well but I didn’t have my driver licence yet. I picked kola up...
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