I watched a movie today called Beyond Borders. I’ll have to be honest, and I hope I don’t hurt anyone by saying this (something tells me she might not mind my opinion (?), if it’s right), but after first watching it I must say that I didn’t like it. Maybe when I watch it again my opinion will change slightly. The reason I didn’t like it was because I thought it was more about a love story, and focused more on the two lovers rather then going into details of the people who live in the villages. It would have been a lot nicer to have gotten to know the villagers in the story. How they think, how they live, what they think about us… do they even know about us and how we live? If they did would they hate us, or would they be compassionate beyond belief? I probably could have rented Chasing Liberty and gotten the same thrill as I did from this movie. This movie kind of made the villagers to be mindless drones who have no feelings, think nothing, don’t love, etc. (Well, maybe it’s true?) This movie was more about the lovers, less about the villagers. The villagers were less significant, and none of them were the memorable characters of the story.
You know what’s the most amazing invention that we have in Canada? It’s not my G4 PowerBook. Every time I time I turn on the tap to get a drink of water, magically water starts to come out of it. It’s amazing! I remember someone telling me a story about when he brought someone from a third world country to America one of the things that astounded him was the fact that we have water that comes from a tap. Why do I complain when I don’t get what I want when I have water that comes from a tap? It’s because I’m messed up with sin, fallen. Blue Like Jazz has touched on this subject a bit in the first few chapters.
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