Those who know me have come to understand and (hopefully) accept my ever growing obsession with Dwayne ‘ The Rock’ Johnson. Having seen pretty much all of his movies, one would assume that I would be super excited to watch his latest one – Jumanji. Normally, I would be at the theatre on opening day, grabbing some snacks and a bathroom break so as not to miss any of the action! But this time, I was a little hesitant. Why? I don’t have to explain it to you really, I’ll just leave you with this: The Robin Williams version.
Finally, however, months after its release, I borrowed a copy from the library and was more than pleasantly surprised. Without giving too much away, the concept is the same, yet different – modified to fit what’s popular today. The setting is on point (filmed primarily in Hawaii), the soundtrack is great (who doesn’t love Guns N’ Roses?) and the dynamic between the characters was super entertaining. Speaking of which, watching Jack Black portray a young teenage girl was hilarious – he stole the show! I laughed until I cried and then I laughed some more (seriously, I have abs now). The Rock was great too, naturally (obsessed, remember?).
So, if you’ve got a free Friday or Saturday night to just curl up with a good movie, I recommend this one for you! And, if you’re feeling nostalgic, check out the original as well.
At the age of 37, neuroanatomist Jill Bolte Taylor suffers a massive stroke that severely damages the left side of her brain. With a background in science, Taylor recalls the events of that day, the long road to a full recovery 8 years later, and the impact this stroke had on her life. My Stroke of Insight explores Taylor’s perspective on left and right brain function, her recognition of what was happening and the immediate need for help, and her emotional, spiritual and physical journey toward healing. I read this book years ago while studying in University and was excited to see that VPL has it on its shelves. Give it a go!
I usually tend to steer clear of war movies. Dunkirk was definitely a movie I wanted to stay away from, until my husband asked me to bring it home for him from the Library. It tells the story of the evacuation of Allied troops from the beaches at Dunkirk before the Nazi forces can take hold. From the perspective of land, sea and sky, the movie depicts any and all efforts being made to save these soldiers and get them out of harms way. On the beach, over 300,000 men are sitting ducks – waiting for their turn to board a ship back home. Unable to find shelter in the open, they can either fall to the ground to protect themselves, or open fire as enemy air forces drop their bombs along the beach. In the sea, military ships are being attacked as they attempt to rescue the remaining troops on the beach. As a result, civilian boats are commissioned to make their way to the beaches of Dunkirk in the hopes of saving more soldiers. In the sky, British Air Forces seek to protect those on land and in the sea, opening fire on enemy planes, ships and gunmen down below.
I suspect that one of the reasons why I don’t gravitate toward movies such as this, is because once it is over, I continue to think about these real life stories. I picture men, both young and old, fighting for their countries, fighting for themselves, fighting to protect the ones they love. Men who have risked losing their lives, their loved ones, and even the essence of who they are in order to provide a better world for those back home. I end up crying for hours afterward – Dunkirk was no exception to this.