My Review of The Elephant Man

The Elephant Man was a beautiful movie and I enjoyed it very much. The main character John Merrick made me feel sorrow and joy because of how noble he is to the world even as they think he's an ugly monster. One of my favorite scenes was when John finds out he has a permanent home at the hospital and they give him his dressing case. It was one of those scenes that brought the biggest smiles to my face and I loved the acting of the character John Merrick. The movie made me realize that it doesn't matter what you look like on the outside, but what's on the inside that counts. John was unattractive physically but his personality was gold and he was kind to everybody that he met. He never aimed at doing wrong to anybody that wronged him and remained grateful for the good that Dr. Treves did for him. I enjoyed the scene where John goes to the theater very much. It was such a cute and sweet scene; when Ms. Kendal dedicated the show to John, it made me "awww!" And when a scene makes me do that, you know its a good scene. As far as the resolution or ending of The Elephant Man, it left me feeling bittersweet. On one hand, I'm happy that John is finally done with his church and feels complete  however I can't help but feel sad that he choses to kill himself by sleeping like a normal person. The movie doesn't exactly say that he knew that would cause his death but I think John Merrick knew better than to sleep like a normal person. Overall, I feel sorry for John and if I was in the movie, I think I would just hug him and tell him everything's going to be okay. IT WAS A GOOD MOVIE.

My Name is John Merrick

I have never been this happy. I finally have a home; Dr. Treves has officially let me stay in the hospital. They are going to care for me. They even got me a dressing case, I can't believe how kind he's being. I am in absolute disbelief. The care I'm being shown here has truly made up for some of the time that I spent in the Freak Show with Mr. Bytes. I am beginning to feel like a human being and enjoying being treated like a person and not an animal. While they said they will not cure me, I appreciate all the time they are taking to care for me. I am in bad shape and I wish I could apologize for the tears that I caused on that nurse. But she scared me as well; I just want to be normal and experience the love I've never had. I haven't told this to anybody, but as soon as I finish building my church, I plan to finally sleep like a normal human being. I am so happy and I think this will work. Maybe I can be reunited with my mother in Heaven. . . .

I hope Night Porter doesn't return. Yet I have a feeling that he will and I don't want to worry Dr. Treves with this since I fear it will only make the situation worse. 

Hoping for things to get better and grateful for the beautiful things in life.

-John Merrick

Welcome to My Nightmare :(

When I was a little girl, I was deathly afraid of the darkness. I couldn't stand being in the dark at all and my sisters knew about my fear. They would use my fear as an advantage to themselves so that they could scare me away and get me to start crying. Cruel, right? WELL, one day we were watching Alien VS Predator. I guess I shouldn't have agreed to watch it with them, but I wanted to feel cool watching a scary movie. That was one of the worst decisions of my childhood. I would have nightmares so frequently that the Alien was coming after me. To add to that horror, sometimes Freddy Creuger would make appearances and join forces with the Alien to try to kill me. It was HORRIBLE. I was so afraid to sleep for the simple fact that they might come after me and I spent about two weeks with only 5 solid hours of sleeping. I say solid because I could usually only last 30 minutes sleeping before I realized I was sleeping so I would wake myself up. Then I started having lucid dreams; in those type of dreams, you can control what happens in the dream. You are conscious that you are dreaming and you do whatever the hell you want. I wish I still dreamed like that. Anyways, with those lucid dreams, I started controlling my nightmares and was only left with the horror of my sisters locking me in the bathroom with the lights off and yelling that Bloody Mary was going to come after me. The theory was that if you turned off all the lights in a room and stood in front of a mirror and said "Bloody Mary" three times, then she would appear in front of you. My 6-year-old self would never dare to do those things, I was deathly afraid of the consequences that came with facing Bloody Mary. I always hoped that I would be brave and able to confront her but yeah, never called her name. That's my nightmare. What's yours?