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Gather basic facts about the movie. You can do this before or after you watch the movie, but you should definitely do It before you write the review. Heres what you should know: Ads by Google Jesus Christ Loves You Here is a Prayer That Can Change Your Life Godlike. Com/Successes Title of the film Director Lead actors Genre Setting Plot overview Take notes on the movie as you watch It. Before you sit down to watch a film, get out a notepad or a laptop to take notes. Movies are long, and you can easily forget details or major plot points.Taking notes allows you to Jot down little things you can return o later. Make a note every time something sticks out to you, whether its good or bad. This could be costuming, makeup, set design, music, etc. Think about how this detail relates to the rest of the movie and what it means in the context of your review. 3 Consider the mechanics of the movie. During or after your viewing, ask yourself what impression the movie left with you in these areas: Direction. Consider the director and how he or she choose to portray/explain the events in the story.Think about the way they presented the movie to the audience. If the movie was slow, or didnt include things you thought were necessary, you can attribute this to the director. If youve seen other movies directed by the same person, compare them and determine which you Like the most. Writing. Evaluate the script, Including dialogue and characterization. Did you feel like the plot was Inventive and unpredictable or boring and weak? Did the characters words seem credible to you? Editing. Was the movie choppy or did it flow smoothly from scene to scene?Take note of the use of lighting and other ambient effects. If the move has computer-generated graphics, think about whether or not they looked realistic/FLT in with the rest of the film. Costume design. Did the clothing choices fit the style of the movie? Did they contribute to the overall tone, rather than digressing from it? Set design. Consider how the setting of the film influenced its other elements. Did it add or subtract from the experience for you? If the movie was filmed in a real place, was this location well-chosen? Background music. Did It work with the scenes? Was It over/under-used?Was it suspenseful? Amusing? Irritating? A soundtrack can make or break a movie, especially If the songs eave a particular message or meaning to them. 4 Write down your thoughts. As you mull over these aspects of the movie, Jot down what youre thinking. Dont worry about editing your work right now ; just get it out, brainstorming before you write an essay. 5 If you want to make sure your understanding of the movie is complete, watch it again. Many reviewers watch the same movie more than once to ensure the review is as comprehensive as possible. 6 geeing writing your review. Now that you have a good outline and all your important Information, its time to commence the actual writing process. Its a good idea to start typing now, even for your first draft, since its much easier to revise and review your Nor if its on a computer. Keep your writing clear and easy to understand. Dont use too much technical filmmaker Jargon, and make your language crisp and accessible. Remember that the person who reads your review might not have seen the movie, so before discussing a character or plot point you should provide a brief summary of its relevance.Warn your readers about spoilers. If your review contains them throughout its body, put an disclaimer at the beginning. If you only mention one or woo little things, however, you can Just warn your audience quickly beforehand. 7 Start with the general information. This should include all the basics that you found out already. Try not to Just list it all flatlyfind a way to spread out the information in an interesting and informative way. You dont necessarily need to list everything in the order listed above, either. Provide an overview of the plot, but keep it contained. You should have a one paragraph maximum for this part. Give the reader enough information that he or she Nil be well-oriented at the beginning of the movie, but not so much that you give way the story (unless youre writing a spoilers review). 9 Critique the movie. Now that youve explained the general events, the reader has an idea of the movie and its general theme. You can now begin to add your own ideas. Its a good idea when critiquing to present both the facts and your opinion.For example, you might state something such as, The music, which was all classical, mixed well with the eighteenth-century setting. This gives your reader a good sense of both what and how (in the sense of how good or bad something was). This is a lot better and more informative then simply saying, The music worked well with the vie. Explain the reasons for all of your criticisms and provide examples. For example, if you didnt like a certain actor, explain what about them you didnt like, and give examples of their bad acting. This proof helps your reader understand {Our viewpoint. 0 End the review with something memorable. You want the last sentence to give your reader a good idea of your general viewpoint about the movie. This is a good place to explain whether in general you liked the movie, or not. (For example: The movie was intriguing and exciting, despite a few less than stellar actors is a solid conclusion. ) Read through your review. Make sure your writing is intelligible, complete, interesting, and written in a general viewpoint. Correct any factual errors and check for any spelling or grammar mistakes.These may seem minor and unimportant, but they actually are very important to your reader, as they may not trust your review if they see youve misspelled a lot of words or contradict yourself rhea Dark Knight Rises (2012) Cast: Christian Bale, Tom Hardy, Anne Hathaway, and Joseph Gordon-Levity Director: Christopher Nolan Synopsis: Christian Bale stars as both the classic caped crusader and his billionaire alter-ego, Bruce Wayne. In this third installment of Christopher Nylons Batman films, eruct Wayne no longer feels that the City of Gotcha needs a hero and goes on a secluded hiatus.However, when a new villain, Bane (Tom Hardy), threatens Gotcha City, Wayne dons his cape a nd mask once more. Review: Christopher Nolan brings yet another adrenaline-filled, comic-inspired movie to the big screen. We see all sorts of familiar faces this time around, but the audience is introduced to a few new characters as well. When crisis threatens Gotcha City, Bruce Nanny Jumps back into the Fathomable to fight crime. Batman is Joined on his quest by n eager orphaned cop Joseph Gordon-Levity), a seductive cat burglar (Anne Hathaway), and a violent masked villain (Tom Hardy).This film served as great entertainment with its colorful cast and numerous plot twists. Nolan used actors that had either appeared in previous Batmans or in his blockbuster hit Inception, and all of them shone in their respective roles: Tom Hardy was almost unrecognizable in his Bane costume, while Joseph Gordon-Levity and Marion Cotillion were both excellent-?and obviously comfortable with Nylons directing style and the films dramatic tone. The one actor that gave this reviewer pause was Anne Hathaway as Salina Kyle . She has historically been typecast as the girl next door, so it was a shock to watch her steal and fight her way through the City of Gotcha. After a few scenes, however, we were convinced that the casting decisions was a good one, as Hathaway portrayed the darker Catacomb role brilliantly. True to Nylons style, at 164 minutes, this film is fairly long. There were a few times when the movie felt a bit drawn out, but the gorgeous action scenes and impressive dialogue really held the audiences attention and kept them on the edge of their seats.However, the timeline was a bit unclear at times. For a number of scenes, it was hard to tell whether it had been days or months or years that had passed since the last time a given character had been on screen. Despite the films minor shortcomings, The Dark Knight Rises is exciting, creative, and dark-?and well worth a few hours of your time. Title: The Man in Asbestos An Allegory of the Future Author: Stephen Lacked A Project Gutenberg of Australia eBook * kick NO. : 0602131 h. 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It seemed unfair that other writers should be able at will to drop into a sleep of four or five hundred years, and to plunge head first into a distant future and be a witness of its marvels. I wanted to do that too. Always had been, I still am, a passionate student of social problems. The world of to- day with its roaring machinery, the unceasing toil of its working classes, its strife, its poverty, its war, its cruelty, appall me as I look at it. I love to think of the time that must come some day when man will have conquered nature, and the toil-worn human race enter upon an era of peace. I loved to think of it, and I longed to see it. So I set about the thing deliberately. Nat I wanted to do was to fall asleep after the customary fashion, for two or three hundred years at least, and wake and find myself in the marvel world of the future.I made my preparations for the sleep. Bought all the comic papers that I could find, even the illustrated ones. I carried them up to my room in my hotel: with them I brought up a pork pie and dozens and cozens of doughnuts. I ate the pie and the doughnuts, then sat back in the bed and read the comic papers one after the other. Finally, as I felt the awful lethargy stealing upon me, I reached out my hand for the London Weekly Times, and held up the editorial page before my eye. It was, in a way, clear, straight suicide, but I did it. Loud feel my senses leaving me. In the room across the hall there was a man singing. His voice, that had been loud, came fainter and fainter through the transom. Fell into a sleep, the deep immeasurable sleep in which the very existence of the utter world was hushed. Dimly I could feel the days go past, then the years, and then the long passage of the centuries. Then, not as it were gradually, but quite suddenly, woke up, sat up, and looked about me. Where was l? Nell might I ask myself. Found myself lying, or rather sitting up, on a broad couch.I was in a great room, dim, gloomy, and dilapidated in its general appearance, and apparently, from its glass cases and the stuffed fugues that they contained, some kind of museum. Beside me looked like the grey ashes of paper that had burned and kept its shape. He was coking at me quietly, but with no particular surprise or interest. Quick, I said, eager to begin; where am l? Who are you? What year is this; is it the year 3000, or what is t? He drew in his breath with a look of annoyance on his face. What a queer, excited way you have of speaking, he said. Tell me, I said again, is this the year 3000? l think I know what you mean, he said; but really I havent the faintest idea. I should think it must be at least that, within a hundred years or so; but nobody has kept track of them for so long, its hard to say. Dont you keep track of them any more? I gasped. We used to, said the man. l myself can remember that a century or two ago there Newer still a number of people who used to try to keep track of the year, but it died out along with so many other faddish things of that kind. Why, he continued, showing for the first time a sort of animation in his talk, what was the use of it?You see, after En eliminated death Eliminated death! I cried, sitting upright. Good God! What was that expression you used? queried the man. Good God! I repeated. Ah, he said, never heard it before. But I was saying that after we had eliminated Death, and Food, and Change, we had practically got rid of Events, and Stop! I said, my brain reeling. Tell me one thing at a time. Humph! he ejaculated. l see, Ho must have been asleep a long time. Go on then and ask questions. Only, if you dont mind, Just as few as possible, and please dont get interested or excited. Oddly enough the first question that sprang to my lips was What are those clothes made Asbestos, answered the man. They last hundreds of years. We have one suit each, and there are billions of them piled up, if anybody wants a new one. Thank you, I answered. Now tell me where I am? You are in a museum. The fugues in the cases are specimens like yourself. But here, he said, if you want really to find out about what is evidently a new epoch to HOLD, get off your platform and come out on Broadway and sit on a bench. I got down.As we passed through the dim and dust-covered buildings I looked curiously at the figures in the cases. By Jove! I said looking at one figure in blue clothes with a belt and baton, thats a policeman! Really, said my new acquaintance, is that what a policeman was? Ive often wondered. What used they to be used for? Used for? I repeated in perplexity. Why, they stood at the corner of the street. Ah, yes, I see, he said, so as to shoot at the people. You must excuse my ignorance, he continued, as to some of your social customs in the past. When I took my education I was operated upon for social history, but the stuff they used was very inferior. I didnt in the least understand what the man meant, but had no time to question him, for at that moment we came out upon the street, and I stood riveted in astonishment. Roadway! Was it possible? The change was absolutely appalling! In place of the oaring thoroughfare that I had known, this silent, moss-grown desolation! Great buildings fallen into ruin through the sheer stress of centuries of wind and weather, the sides of them coated over with a growth of fungus and moss!The place was movement except, here and there, there passed slowly to and fro human figures dressed in the same asbestos clothes as my acquaintance, with the same hairless faces, and the same look of infinite age upon them. Good heavens; And was this the era of the Conquest that I had hoped to see! I had always taken for granted, I do not know why, that humanity was destined to move forward. This picture of what seemed desolation on the ruins of our civilization rendered me almost speechless. There Newer little benches placed here and there on the street. We sat down. Improved, isnt it, said man in asbestos, since the days when you remember it? He seemed to speak quite proudly. Gasped out a question. Where are the street cars and the motors? Oh, done away with long ago, he said; how awful they must have been. The noise of them! and his asbestos clothes rustled with a shudder. But how do you get about? We dont, he answered. Why should we? Its Just the same being here as being anywhere else. He looked at me with an infinity of dreariness in his face. A thousand questions surged into my mind at once. I asked one of the simplest. But how do you get back and forwards to your work? Work! he said. There isnt any work. Its finished. The last of it was all done centuries ago. I looked at him a moment open-mouthed. Then I turned and looked again at the grey desolation of the street with the asbestos fugues moving here and there. I tried to pull my senses together. I realized that if I was to unravel this new and undreamed-of future, I must go at it systematically and step by step. L see, I said after a pause, that momentous things have happened since my time. I wish you Mould let me ask you about it all systematically, and would explain it to me bit by bit.First, what do you mean by saying that there is no work? Why, answered my strange acquaintance, it died out of itself. Machinery killed it. If I remember rightly, Ho had a certain amount of machinery even in your time. You had done very well Ninth steam, made a good beginning with electricity, though I think radial energy had hardly as yet been put to use. I nodded assent. But you found it did you no good. The better your machines, the harder you worked. rhea more things you had the more you wanted. The pace of life grew swifter and swifter. You cried out, but it would not stop. You were all caught in the cogs of your own machine.None of you could see the end. That is quite true, I said. How do [Oh know it all? Oh, answered the Man in Asbestos, that part of my education was very well operatedl see you do not know what I mean. Never mind, I can tell you that later. Nell, then, there came, probably almost two hundred years after your time, the Era of the Great Conquest of Nature, the final victory of Man and Machinery. They did conquer it? I asked quickly, with a thrill of the old hope in my veins again. Conquered it, he said, beat it out! Fought it to a standstill! Things came one by one, then faster and faster, in a hundred years it was all done.In fact, Just as soon as mankind turned its energy to decreasing its needs instead of increasing its desires, the whole thing was easy. Chemical Food came first. Heavens! The simplicity of it. And morning till night. Ive seen specimens of themfarmers, they called them. Theres one in the museum. After the invention of Chemical Food we piled up enough in the emporiums in a year to last for centuries. Agriculture went overboard. Eating and all that goes with it domestic labor, houseworkall ended. Nowadays one takes a concentrated pill every year or so, thats all.The whole digestive apparatus, as you knew it, was a clumsy thing that had been bloated up like a set of bagpipes through the evolution of its use! I could not forbear to interrupt. Have you and these people, I said, no stomachsno apparatus? Of course we have, he answered, but En use it to some purpose. Mine is largely filled with my educationbut there! I am anticipating again. Better let me go on as I was. Chemical Food came first: that cut off almost one-third of the work, and then came Asbestos Clothes. That was wonderful! In one year humanity made enough suits to last for ever and ever.That, of course, could never have been if it hadnt been connected with the revolt of women and the fall of Fashion. Have the Fashions gone, I asked, that insane, extravagant idea of was about to launch into one of my old-time harangues about the sheer vanity of decorative dress, when my eye rested on the moving fugues in asbestos, and I stopped. All gone, said the Man in Asbestos. Then next to that we killed, or rustically killed, the changes of climate. I dont think that in your day you properly understood how much of your work was due to the shifts of what you called the Neither.It meant the need of all kinds of special clothes and houses and shelters, a Mildness of work. How dreadful it must have been in your daywind and storms, great wet masseswhat did you call them? cloudsflying through the air, the ocean full of salt, was it not? tossed and torn by the wind, snow thrown all over everything, hail, rainhow awful! Sometimes, I said, it was very beautiful. But how did you alter it? Killed the weather! Answered the Man in Asbestos. Simple as anything turned its forces loose one against the other, altered the composition of the sea so that the top became all more or less gelatinous.I really cant explain it, as it is an operation that I never took at school, but it made the sky grey, as you see it, and the sea gum-colored, the weather all the same. It cut out fuel and houses and an infinity of work with them! He paused a moment. I began to realize something of the course of evolution that had happened. So, I said, the conquest of nature meant that presently there was no more work to do? Exactly, he said, nothing left. Food enough for all? Too much, he answered. Houses and clothes? All you like, said the Man in Asbestos, waving his hand. There they are.Go out and take them. Of course, theyre falling downslowly, very slowly. But theyll last for centuries yet, nobody need bother. Then I realized, I think for the first time, Just what Nor had meant in the old life, and how much of the texture of life itself had been bound up in the keen effort of it. Presently my eyes looked upward: dangling at the top of a moss-grown building I saw what seemed to be the remains of telephone Mires. What became of all that, I said, the telegraph and the telephone and all the system of communication? Ah, said the Man in Asbestos, that was what a telephone meant, was it?I knew that it had been suppressed centuries ago. Just what to anybody, call up anybody, and talk at any distance. And anybody could call you up at any time and talk? said the Man in Asbestos, with something like horror. How awful! What a dreadful age yours was, to be sure. No, the telephone and all the rest of it, all the transportation and intercommunication was cut out and forbidden. There Nas no sense in it. You see, he added, what you dont realize is that people after [Our day became gradually more and more reasonable. Take the railroad, what good Nas that? It brought into every town a lot of people from every other town.Who Anted them? Nobody. When work stopped and commerce ended, and food was needless, and the weather killed, it was foolish to move about. So it was all terminated. Anyway, he said, with a quick look of apprehension and a change in his Ice, it was dangerous! So! I said. Dangerous! You still have danger? Why, yes, he said, theres always the danger of getting broken. What do you mean? I asked. Why, said the Man in Asbestos, l suppose its what you would call being dead. Of course, in one sense theres been no death for centuries past; we cut that out. Disease and death were simply a matter of germs. We found them one by one. I think that even in your day you had found one or two of the easier, the bigger ones? I nodded. Yes, you had found diphtheria and typhoid and, if I am right, there were some outstanding, like scarlet fever and smallpox, that you called ultra-microscopic, and Inch you were still hunting for, and others that you didnt even suspect. Well, we hunted them down one by one and destroyed them. Strange that it never occurred to any of you that Old Age was only a germ! It turned out to be quite a simple one, but it Nas so distributed in its action that you never even thought of it. And you mean to say, I ejaculated in amazement, looking at the Man in Asbestos, that nowadays you live for ever? l wish, he said, that you hadnt that peculiar, excitable way of talking; [Oh speak as if everything mattered so tremendously. Yes, he continued, we live for ever, unless, of course, we get broken. That happens sometimes. I mean that we may fall over a high place or bump on something, and snap ourselves. You see, were Just little brittle stillsome remnant, I suppose, of the Old Age germand we have to be careful.In fact, he continued, l dont mind saying that accidents of this sort were the most distressing feature of our civilization till we took steps to cut out all accidents. We forbid all street cars, street traffic, airplanes, and so on. The risks of {Our time, he said, with a shiver of his asbestos clothes, must have been awful. They were, I answered, with a new kind of pride in my generation that I had never felt before, but we thought it part of the duty of brave people to Yes, yes, said he Man in Asbestos impatiently, please dont get excited. I know what you mean.It Nas quite irrational. We sat silent for a long time. I looked about me at the crumbling buildings, the monotone, unchanging sky, and the dreary, empty street. Here, then, was the fruit of the Conquest, here was the elimination of work, the end of hunger and of cold, the cessation of the hard struggle, the downfall of change and deathnay, the very millennium of happiness. And yet, somehow, there seemed something wrong with it all. I pondered, then I put two or three rapid questions, hardly waiting to reflect upon the answers. Is there any war now? machine.After that all foreign dealings were given up. Why have them? Everybody thinks foreigners awful. Are there any newspapers now? Newspapers! What on earth would we want them for? If we should need them at any time there are thousands of old ones piled up. But what is in them, anyway; only things that happen, wars and accidents and work and death. When these went newspapers went too. Listen, continued the Man in Asbestos, you seem to have been something of a social reformer, and yet you dont understand the new life at all. Vow dont understand how completely all our burdens have disappeared.Look at it this way. How used your people to spend all the early part of their lives? Why, I said, our first fifteen years or so were spent in getting education. Exactly, he answered; now notice how we improved on all that. Education in our day is done by surgery. Strange that in your time nobody realized that education was simply a surgical operation. You hadnt the sense to see that what you really did was to slowly remodel, curve and convolute the inside of the brain by a long and painful mental operation. Everything learned was reproduced in a physical difference to the brain. U knew that, but you didnt see the full consequences. Then came the invention of surgical educationthe simple system of opening the side of the skull and emigrating into it a piece of prepared brain. At first, of course, they had to use, I suppose, the brains of dead people, and that was ghastlyhere the Man in Asbestos shuddered like a leafbut very soon they found how to make moulds that did Just as well. After that it was a mere nothing; an operation of a few minutes would suffice to let in poetry or foreign languages or history or anything else that one cared to have.Here, for instance, he added, pushing back the hair at the side of his head and showing a scar beneath it, is the mark where I had my spherical trigonometry let in. That was, I admit, rather painful, but other things, such as English poetry or history, can be inserted absolutely without the least suffering. When I think of your painful, barbarous methods of education through the ear, I shudder at it. Oddly enough, we have found lately that for a great many things there is no need to use the head. We lodge themthings like philosophy and metaphysics, and so onin what used to be he digestive apparatus.They fill it admirably. He paused a moment. Then went on: Well, then, to continue, what used to occupy your time and effort after your education? Why, I said, one had, of course, to work, and then, to tell the truth, a great part of ones time and feeling was devoted toward the other sex, toward falling in love and finding some woman to share ones life. Ah, said the Man in Asbestos, Ninth real interest. Ive heard about your arrangements with the women, but never quite understood them. Tell me; you say you selected some woman? Yes. And she became what you called your wife? Yes, of course. And you worked for her? asked the Man in Asbestos in astonishment. Yes. And she did not work? No, I answered, of course not. And half of what you had was hers? Yes. And she had the right to live in your house and use your things? Of course, I How dreadful! said the Man in Asbestos. l hadnt realized the horrors of your age till now. He sat shivering slightly, with the same timid look in his face as before. Rhine it suddenly struck me that of the figures on the street, all had looked alike. Tell e, I said, are there no women now?Are they gone too? Oh, no, answered the Man in Asbestos, theyre here Just the same. Some of those are women. Only, you see, everything has been changed now. It all came as part of their great revolt, their desire to be like the men. Had that begun in your time? Only a little. I answered; they were beginning to ask for votes and equality. Thats it, said my acquaintance, l couldnt think of the word. Your women, I believe, were something awful, were they not? Covered with feathers and skins and dazzling colors made of dead things all over them?And they laughed, did they not, and had foolish teeth, and at any moment they could inveigle you into one of those contracts? Ugh! He shuddered. Asbestos, I said (l knew no other name to call him), as I turned on him in wrath, Asbestos, do you think that those Jelly-bag Equalities out on the street there, with their ash-barrel suits, can be compared for one moment with our unredeemed, Conformed, heaven-created, hobble-skirted women of the twentieth century? Then, suddenly, another thought flashed into my mind The children, I said, where are the children? Are there any? Children, he said, no!I h ave never heard of there being any such things for at least a century. Horrible little hobgoblins they must have been! Great big faces, and cried constantly! And grew, did they not? Like funguses! I believe they were longer each year than they had been the last, and I rose. Asbestos! I said, this, then, is your coming Civilization, your millennium. This dull, dead thing, with the work and the burden gone out of life, and with them all the Joy and sweetness of it. For the old struggle mere stagnation, and in place of danger and death, the dull monotony of security and the horror of an unending decay!Give me ace, I cried, and I flung wide my arms to the dull air, the old life of danger and stress, with its hard toil and its bitter chances, and its heartbreaks. I see its value! I know its worth! Give me no rest, I cried aloud Yes, but give a rest to the rest of the corridor! cried an angered voice that broke in upon my exultation. Suddenly my sleep had gone. Was back again in the room of my hotel, with the hum of the wicked, busy old world all about me, and loud in my ears the voice of the indignant man across the corridor. Quit your blatting, you infernal blathering, he was calling. Come down to earth.I came. rhea Subjunctive Mood A verb is in the subjunctive mood when it expresses a condition which is doubtful or not factual. It is most often found in a clause beginning with the word if. It is also found in clauses following a verb that expresses a doubt, a wish, regret, request, demand, or proposal. These are verbs typically followed by clauses that take the subjunctive: ask, demand, determine, insist, move, order, pray, prefer, recommend, regret, request, require, suggest, and wish. In English there is no difference between the subjunctive and normal, or indicative, form of the verb except for the present

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