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ArabianSultana's profile
Love me; I dare you.
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About Me
Well, looks like you meandered your way to my profile! Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you... You'll quickly find that I'm a hopeless romantic and most of my work is about all aspects of love: the sweet feelings of having a crush, the pain of wishing love would be reciprocated, the raw desire of lust, having those butterflies in your stomach when you're madly in love, the ache of heartbreak, and finally wishing to slap that person in the face and getting rid of him/her for good. So...Dare to take a look?
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The Thirtieth of September |
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...This Blanket Of Stars... |
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The Deadly Tango |
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Diagnosis: Lovesick |
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A Rose By Any Other Name |
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Latest Journal Entry
May 16, 2009
Gone With The Wind
So today I went to the movies. AfterI purchased my extra large popcorn bucket and soaked it in butter, I took a glance at the Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers painting on the wall of the theatre house. Hollywood's ultimate dancing pair were smiling in the midst of paparazzi taking pictures of them as jealous, upper-class individuals stared at them in envy. On the opposite wall was a painting of Audrey Hepburn in her ever-famous My Fair Lady black and white gown. To her right was a Cruella DeVille car with two dalmations inside, both were painted to look more real than the famous Disney cartoon. After my quick daydreaming of a Hollywood long gone past, I looked around at the theatre once more.
It was Friday night, and as it can be imagined, teenagers packed the theatre. Even the little pre-teens were sprinkled here and there, excited that they were away from the parents and hanging with the older kids. A sexually-repressed couple was huddled in the corner, making out like nobody's bussiness, touching each other and practically eating each other's faces. I rolled my eyes. I don't know what it was, really. These people around me are my peers, we are all in high school, yet I felt like I was fifty years older than all of these people. They disgusted me.
Is this what movie watching has stooped to? I bet a million dollars none of them have a clue who Fred Astaire or Ginger Rogers is. None of them may not even know the title of the movie from where Audrey Hepburn wears that gown. Do any of them have even the most remote clue of how much it takes to make a movie? Do they realize that movies seek to capture the entrancing dialogue of Casablanca? The editing techniques executed by Citizen Kane?
I doubt it. Once Upon A Time, Long, Long, Ago movies helped people escape reality. Now, they appear to be merely a haven for teenagers that need to let out their frustrations supplied by puberty.
I guess I was just being too reserved. I know this isn't a new phenomenon. I heaved a sigh of disappointent. But, then, I thought of something: I cannot possibly be the only person who feels this way.
And with that knowledge, I took my seat in the theatre and watched as the lights dimmed low and the screen stretched out. There has to be another person out there who watches movies purely for the sake of enjoying them. There has to be another person out there who remembers the true magic of the movies. Hollywood need not be worried, because I am sure there are plenty of people who can appreciate Hollywood's Golden Past.
