"The Elephant Man" Review

       The elephant man is a very interesting, heartwarming movie. It is based on the life of John Merrick,  a man with a disease and deformity. The movie itself is amazing, really. It takes the audience through the life of the man that was once frowned and looked bad at because of his physical. He eventually receives respect from others. Watching as his life quickly changed from one thing to another was just simply worth watching. Merrick first appears as a monster in a circus. He eventually taken by a doctor named Frederick Treves and is given a home and care. He gets people to look at him as something good at the very end. Throughout the movie, I myself started getting emotionally attached to Mr. Merrick, like if he were someone I knew and cared a lot about. Eventually I was at the point where I really did want to meet him and I did really think I cared about this character. The Elephant Man is such an inspiring movie and I would recommend it to anyone who would like a good feel.  

"My Name is John Merrick"

          Time has past since I've been living in the London Hospital. I know that many of the people in this place don't want me hear. What can I say? I know I'm a freak. Well earlier today I got the news that I am now a permanent resident of this hospital. I can now live here peacefully. I like the fact that I am close to Dr. Treves. I really appreciate of what he's done for me. He changed my life for the better and I don't think I will ever be able to repay him. I still feel like I'm being stared at, though. Many people started to come by and visit me, but not to meet me. They just want to see that "freak" and try to look good to others. The other day, this couple came by to visit and they looked frightened. I knew that they hadn't really come here with interest on getting to know me. I still tried to be polite. I think I best belong in my room. I still very much value what Mr. Treves has done for me. Thank you so much.

Welcome to my Nightmare!

       

    

         Nightmares come from all different types of situations. They can be horror, an event that once happened, or even something very personal. Something that I would consider a nightmare would be mostly on my biggest fear... death. I've been living all of my life with this fear of others I care for not being here, even me. One of my nightmares of all time was when I had a dream that one of my dearest, best friend had died. I was there with him at the moment. It was the worst sight of my life. I didn't know what to do or what to say. I started to quickly go insane at that time. I eventually woke up, on tears. I can't take such extremity, it bothers me. I don't like to picture that one day I won't be in this world anymore. Even worse, that people whom I adore will just one day disappear. Death is a nightmare.