Introduction to Shawshank redemption
The introduction to Shawshank "sequence uses techniques which involve us further in the unfolding story. These techniques include the use of sound, camera shots and dialogue, each of which powerfully shapes the sequence. Our first impression of Shawshank is shaped through the use of sound. The sound of the prison siren is piercing and alerts us to the arrival of Andy and the other new inmates. The harsh sounds of the inmates taunting, teasing and jeering, "Fresh Fish." Their taunts show what the Shawshank environment can do. Men behaving like cages animals, speaking with cruelty and brutality. The rattling sounds of the barbed wise fences as the inmates jeered, also shows this brutality. The guards footsteps, the handling of their guns, the prison public address system are some other sound example which gives us further impression of brutal, aggressive and strictly controlled environment. The use of background music highlights further the brutal and cruel environment within Shawshank. The background music is sad, solemn and build on intensity throughout this sequence. This music creates a mood, an atmosphere of brutality, cruelty and we sense evil lurking within the walls of Shawshank. The use of background music leave us with a strong impression of danger and threat. The use of voice over is another technique used by the composer to shape up the story of Shawshank. This
guy de maupasants the necklace
THE NECKLACE BY GUY DE MAUPASSANT JOSH GOLDBERG Mathilde de loisel is pretty but poor and has no chance in life unless she marries. Without connections or money she has no entry into high society and marries an insignificant clerk. She is very unhappy. She suffers because of her cheap belongings, wanting expensive things. She dreams of wealth and of how other women would envy her if she could display finery. But such luxuries are unrealistic and unattainable for her. Her husband's taste is for plain things, while she dreams of expensive gourmet food. She lives for her unrealistic dreams, and these increase her frustration. "She has no decent dresses, no jewels, nothing. And she lives for nothing but these." She even thinks of giving up a rich friend because she is so depressed after seeing her. "She had a rich friend from convent days, whom she didn't want to see anymore because she suffered so much when she returned home." One day Mathilde's husband shows her an invitation they have gotten to a dinner at the Ministry of Education! This only upsets her. She claims to have no dresses to wear. Loisel doesn't understand her. He can't sympathize with her unhappiness." He stopped amazed and bewildered as his wife began to cry. "He volunteers to buy her a new dress and she takes advantage to the fullest. The dress costs Loisel his next summer's vacation, but he is willing to
Hurricanes. I have been in five hurricanes throughout my twenty years of life and I did not enjoy any of them. The first Hurricane I was in happened to be Hurricane Andrew
I have been in five hurricanes throughout my twenty years of life and I did not enjoy any of them. The first Hurricane I was in happened to be Hurricane Andrew when I was three years old. I do not remember much of it other than returning home from New York City and seeing my back yard that over looked the Atlantic Ocean covered in fallen palm trees. Half of the screen to our pool was in the pool and the other half was blown into our neighbor's yard. I did not really understand what was going on or what happened other than having to move out of our house for a little while. That was only the beginning of my experience with disastrous storms. I moved from South Florida to Central Florida when I was eight years old. I used to love getting out of school due to "bad weather" or "hurricane watches" until my freshman year of high school. It was around a month or two into my freshman year and I was in AP English when our principle came over the loud speaker and told us schools in Polk County would be closed the next day. I was so excited to have the next day off to lie around and do nothing. The weather was beautiful out all day, nothing other than clear skies'; it was not until close to sunset that the weather started to change. The hurricane was not supposed to come to the Winter Haven, Florida area and within five minutes it made a turn, and it was for the worst. My family had
Stanhope's last stand
ACT 4 SCENE 1 Late evening after the attack. Two hospital beds sit side by side, a spotlight shining dimly on each one. The room is dingy and dark with boxes of equipment littered all around. Through the window the day's fading light shimmers down onto the beds in which the shadowy forms of two men can be seen. Candles on the table between them burn steadily in the stale and musty air. The two spotlights brighten slightly revealing Mason, sitting bolt upright staring at nothing, and Stanhope lying listless, eyes shut. Stanhope: [groans] Mason: [faintly] Sir - Stanhope: [groans louder] Mason: [loud and clear] Sir - Stanhope: [stammering with a hoarse voice] Ma- Ma-Mason? Mason: Yessir. It's me. Stanhope: Wh-where are we? Mason: Field 'ospital, sir. Stanhope: You mean - you mean it's all over? Mason: I think so sir. Stanhope: Oh. I, I ... Mason: I 'eard we did well, sir. Stanhope: I can't remember. I can't remember what happened ... Mason: I checked the fire, sir, like I said I would. Stanhope: [shocked] Oh, really? Mason: Yessir. I always keep my word. It's 'ow I ended up in 'ere. Going down those steps. Feeling the roar of a shell in my ear. The ground swallowing me up. Stanhope: I was at the top. Somewhere along the line, I... I'm not sure. It was so damn confusing. I didn't see it coming. The blast knocked me clean off my feet but, but I think I've pulled
To What extent do Hardy and Walker depict Tess and Celie as victims of fate and unable to change?
To What extent do Hardy and Walker depict Tess and Celie as victims of fate and unable to change? Argued to be one of Hardy's most controversial novels, published in 1891 during an era when the underprivileged classes of society, were submissive to superstitious beliefs in particular those such as luck spiritual beings and ultimately fate which were the foundations of lower class civilisation, Tess of the D'Urbervilles presents a story of Fate toying with the life of the Heroine Tess. Fate is an influential part of the plot because it is what dictates her life. Events in the beginning of the novel begin a domino effect that cannot be reverse, thus Her fate is already chosen and all she can do is live through the events that happen to her. Whilst Walkers Colour purple is written during an era of gender social and racial inequalities narrated through Celie whose life consisting of an abundance of obstacles refuses to give into the Fate which determined the lives of poor uneducated black females during the 1930s. What exactly is Fate?, is it in our personalities, actions and character or are our lives controlled by a supposed force or power which predetermines events in our life's, meaning regardless of what we do we are unable to change our destiny. This theme is explored thoroughly by Thomas Hardy through his heroine Tess who is portrayed as a victim of fate throughout the
The short story "Borders" by Thomas King from the book Language & Writing 11 and "Brooms for Sale" by Thomas Raddall from Imprints 11 reveal that one must not give up and must stand still
Challenges are faced every step of the way, but it is a person with pride and courage who accepts it readily. The short story "Borders" by Thomas King from the book Language & Writing 11 and "Brooms for Sale" by Thomas Raddall from Imprints 11 reveal that one must not give up and must stand still to what they believe in and what they want to achieve in life. Some of the aspects of the two short stories that are comparable are that both of the main characters face challenges/conflicts, both don't give up in any situation, they both accomplish what they wanted although differ since they have different ways of achieving their goal ( one with pride & the other with courage). In each of the short stories, the main characters are single mothers who face challenges which reveal their character. In "Borders," Laetitia's mother faces a challenge of hanging on to her identity of being a Blackfoot. This is shown when she reaches the border and is being asked questions by the border guard. '"Citizenship?" "Blackfoot," my mother told him. "Ma'am?" "Blackfoot," my mother repeated. "Canadian?" "Blackfoot"' (24). Listening to this answer, the guard doesn't let her cross the border. Similarly, in "Brooms for Sale," Greta - a single mother who is poor, also faces a huge challenge. This is shown when Greta is heading back home after selling the brooms she made. During her journey, she faces a
Is a united world at peace possible at all? Is a world completely free of strife feasible?
United world at peace The Oxford Dictionary defines peace as freedom from war or violence or a state of harmony and friendship. If that is peace, then what does a united world at peace mean? It means a world free of violent conflicts such as wars. No longer will countries need to spend billions on defence. Countries will live with no fear of other nations attacking them for whatever reasons there may be. People would seek to understand rather than to fight. People would seek to help others above themselves. Poverty would be eliminated; crime would be a thing of the past, long forgotten. This is what a united world at peace means. Is a united world at peace possible at all? Is a world completely free of strife feasible? Is the human race capable of tranquility? The answer to that is no. Ever since the beginning of time mankind has always been in conflict with himself and his fellow men. This is inevitable as each person is different. Even with 6 billion people on the planet, no two have been found to be alike. The conflict does not have to be a huge world war involving thousands of individual from different countries. It could be small such a family in conflict. Either way it creates disharmony and tension. Where do we go from here? If a united world through peace is impossible to achieve what else do we work to? We still work towards it. We never give up hope; we never stop
Waiting.Hovering here and there Im constantly aware of my bosss aggravated eyes. His look repeatedly falls on the customer that just wont leave. One Mr A. Rush who reserved by phone two months ago the loveseat, the most popular and secluded tab
Waiting Hovering here and there I'm constantly aware of my boss's aggravated eyes. His look repeatedly falls on the customer that just won't leave. One Mr A. Rush who reserved by phone two months ago the loveseat, the most popular and secluded table at Expectations, this tiny side street eatery owned by the guy with the eyes, my always-irate boss - Angry Dan. It's been almost three quarters of an hour and it is obvious to any normal person that this Mr Rush's other half isn't going to turn up but still he refuses to budge, insisting to me that she will definitely be here. It's the worst possible night for this to happen. February the fourteenth and through the frosted glass I've seen at least four couples look in and turn away; too impatient to wait. If this gentleman would just move then it would at least diffuse my boss's increasing anxiety at his loss of profit but Mr Rush simply will not go. My own patience is beginning to match the manager's although I cannot do a thing about it. The apparent annoyance of my manager shows that I should at least know something of the delicate nature of this operation. Beads of sweat line Mr Rush's brow as he sits head in hands staring down, gloomily drunk, into his fifth vodka and lime. My manager ushers customers into the foyer and I think how on earth can I get this guy to go. I wish I was anywhere than here. I'm waiting when
The Great Gatenby.
The Great Gatenby "'Which one of us is which, sir?' I asked, then wished I hadn't as Gilligan lit up like a fireworks display." (Marsden, 1989; 81) That is the story of Erle Gatenby's first term at Linley. A normal teenager troubled by going to school, teachers, girls, and, of course, getting into trouble. Since the first day at his new school Erle had a crush on the rebellious, sexy Melanie Tozer. During the course of the novel they developed a steady relationship, which caused them to become isolated from their friends and receive unwanted attention from teachers, especially Gilligan. "He had a line about how spending so much time in each others company meant that we were antisocial and were isolating ourselves from 'the group'." (Marsden, 1989; 41) Erle and Melanie had a major influence on each other that drove them towards a lot of trouble. Smoking was the cause of most of this but it seemed to bring them closer together. It is a daily routine for them to sneak out and go to their favourite spot for a quiet smoke. Getting into trouble was not the only thing they had in common. They were both good in the water, Erle at swimming, Melanie at diving. They both shared the experience of the early 6 o'clock training session. The more they saw each other, the stronger their relationship seemed to get. During the early stages of the relationship they didn't take their
Behind the Canvas
Behind the canvas the shadow loomed large and dangerous. The head was enormous and it seemed to be floating in the air. The feet, as long as canoes, would rise and fall as the other elongated shadow moved up towards the top of the tent. As John entered the tent, the head burst. It was a balloon, a silly childish prank. The shadow, a petite ten year old. Falling on top of his mates in laughter, John started to come round from his ever-lasting laughing fit. "That was the worst monster I've ever seen," laughed James. " It wasn't as bad as your go yesterday!" chuckled David. "OK, but you have to say that that was awful David," James stated. " Time for some real stories I think." "Not ghost stories, James they're boring," whined John. "Not a ghost story, John, a real story..." The time was 2-45pm and there was only fifteen minutes until kick-off and the road was deserted. A piece of tumbleweed blew across the pavement. A bulky shadow squeezed under the thin barriers and a tall, chunky middle-aged man was walking across the road towards the ground. By his side his son, a skinny seven year old. They rushed through the busy traffic and into the long never-ending passageway, which reflected the sight of a Leviathan winding through the prehistoric woodlands, towards the stadium. The boy was furiously tugging his father's hand in an attempt to arrive on time. Stopping 100m from
