Screenplay: The Tour (part 1)

Setting: September 2019, Sunny Lane Coffee Shop, Los Angeles, California

A young Black girl named Natalie Hermann is working behind the counter at Sunny Lane Coffee Shop. She peers out the window as a celebrity walks past the shop, daydreaming about making it in her own music career (I’m getting La La Land vibes here).

Supervisor: Nat.

Natalie continues to look out the window. The voice calling her name is muffled.

Supervisor: Nat!

Natalie turns around and sees her supervisor, Megan, looking at her with an angry expression and tapping her foot.

Megan: Your shift ends in an hour. Get back to work.

Natalie sighs and gets back to the counter.

A snooty lady walks up to her and throws her $5 bill on the counter. The lady is wearing a fur coat and smells strongly of Chanel No. 5

Lady: Grande Mocha Latte, sugar free, no foam, extra shot of espresso.

Natalie takes the five dollar bill and quietly rings up the woman’s order.

The lady’s smartphone rings, and she picks it up.

Lady: Yes? Oswald, I am coming right-fucking-now! Just let me get my damned drink!

She snaps her fingers at Natalie.

Natalie sucks in her breath real hard and is trying her hardest not to snap at the woman. She steams the milk and cuts off the steamer before it can foam up the milk. She swirls the sugar free mocha sauce into the cup and then gently pours he milk into the cup. When she is finished, she hands the drink to the lady, who takes it without a word of acknowledgment and trounces off in her furs. Natalie wonders how sweaty the woman is under all that fur.

The scene cuts to a busy law office, where a woman named Desiree Schwartzman is typing at a desk. She is an attractive 26-year old white woman with curly brown hair and is wearing black Louboutin heels, a black A-line skirt, and a white collared top. She has her brown hair pulled back in a messy bun.

A 5 ft 6 in 60-year-old Black gentleman with thinning grey curly hair knocks on her desk. She looks up. It is her boss, James Watson, who runs The Watson Law Firm, a firm specializing in personal injury cases.

Watson: I need those cases entered by tomorrow. Why are you so far behind?

Desiree can’t think of anything to say. She stayed up late—much to the annoyance of her sister, Emily– practicing her viola for her audition. She lives at home with her and while Emily loves her music, Desiree’s obsession with the audition has caused tensions between her and her family.

Scene flashes back to last night at 1 AM, when Desiree is practicing her instrument furiously. She saws away at the Strauss excerpt and hears a loud banging on the door. She opens it and her 17 year old sister, Emily, is beet red and her eyes are bloodshot.

Emily: I have a fucking chemistry exam tomorrow. Go to sleep.

Without a word, she slams the door. Desiree fumes silently and then puts her viola in her case. She crawls into bed, and her eyes remain open for the rest of the night because she cannot sleep. She is too nervous about the audition to fall asleep.

Desiree fumbles for words, but Watson cuts her off.

Watson: I have a meeting, but get them in by the end of the day.

Desiree: Yes, sir.

Watson walks away.

Desiree puts her hand in her head, closes her eyes, and then sucks in a huge breath and looks at the mounting pile of cases on her desk. She glances at the clock on the wall to her right. It is 1 pm and she hasn’t taken a lunch break.

(To be continued.)

Childbirth

Written on January 30, 2021

I.
She walks out on the stage
Cello in hand
Her enormous belly a gargantuan protruding mass
Lying under the comfort of her purple satin 
dress
Folds upon folds of fabric 
Shield the soon to be born human
From the cold of the concert hall
She feels the fetus dance around
Anxious for what is to come
It performs its final flops in her belly
Its grand finale
Communicating with her
One last time
Before emerging into the world
A latent soul of flesh and blood
Lying dormant in the amniotic fluid
That nourishes it
As she walks across the stage
She remembers nine months of gestation
Of procrastination
Of the prestidigitation that the unborn baby
Performed for her within the confines of her dark dank womb
She remembers months of morning sickness
Of dialogues with her unborn progeny
The passing weeks
The growth of her abdomen
The little unexpected pops she felt
Every time the little one's fist or foot made contact
Sweet loving contact
With the walls of her belly
The quest it went on 
To nourish its brain, heart and body
Each time Mother dined on the flesh of a freshly slaughtered chicken
Or a piping hot slice of gooey apple pie
The flavors of the chicken
Salty roasted hot
Balanced out with the decadent sweetness of the pie
Makes for a delicious nighttime meal
The baby tastes these flavors
As the placenta nourishes it
It fondles her umbilical cord
Tinkering the tips of its fingers
Upon the long rope that connects mother and child

II.

She eases herself upon the chair
The weight of the child upon her legs
She starts off with a slow bowing of the cello
Breathes as much air as she can into her lungs 
And then begins a lively presto of a piece
Dancing along with the cello
The baby hears all of this, hears mom
playing an incredible concert
Its last concert to be heard within the womb
It wriggles its toes
It rocks back and forth
And as soon as the audience breaks out into applause
The chrysalis of amniotic fluid that kept it
sealed within the mother
Breaks onto the wooden floor of the stage

III.

She races into a wheelchair through the emergency room
Passing rows upon rows of hospital beds
Filled with individuals
Human souls
Hooked up to ventilators
As their family members hold their hands one 
last time
Nurses, doctors racing with masks on
In a frenzied nightmare
To save humanity against a deadly virus
That has killed over 400,000 people in this 
country and millions around the world.
Her dress now a damp mass dripping sweat 
and amniotic fluid from her body
She breathes quickly through the N95 mask
that covers her mouth
She can still feel him perform some last
minute movements
Begging her to let him stay
Begging her to let him continue to savor the
beauty of the womb
For all eternity
Until she is a dying decomposed corpse
No
I cannot let you stay
You stayed nine months
You have overstayed your welcome
Sorry 
You must come out in a dark and scary world
But I will hold your hand for you for all
eternity
Even when you grow older
The umbilical cord lies in the depths of your 
heart
We had fun together
Now I need you to come out

IV.

She pushes 
No epidural in all the heavens
Can force the child to emerge
He wants to stay nestled in the comfort of the womb
Even though he must detach from the
placenta
He screams his goodbyes
In tears
Upon
Tears
He begs for mercy 
Each time she forces him out
Of that painfully small hole
He knows no claustrophobia
Only a fear of what is to come
Living in a world of uncertainty.
When she pushes
Only her shit emerges
She is in too much pain to be embarrassed
by the smell
As the fresh pile of watery feces collects on
the delivery tab
A guttural yell rips from the depths of her
throat
AS the head emerges ever so slightly
As dilated as her cervix is
It still hurts like a motherfucker
She cries
And cries
And finally hears another cry
From across her
Her child
Born of flesh and blood
A mangled mass of crimson flesh and matted
hair
Belts out a song of new life, of new
possibilities
Of new hope and dreams
She joins in the chorus of call and response
And swaddles the mass of T-cells, flesh and
blood
The doctor cuts the umbilical cords
And hands the baby to the mother
She welcomes her baby as a brand new
member
Into the orchestra of life
To play a symphony with her
Encompassing all of the months they shared
together
And more memories they will share together
As mother and child

Cello

Written on: January 26, 2021

I have a wooden muse
She produces wonderful sounds
She is my cello
Each time she straddles her sexy self between my legs
She performs a seductive dance for me
Winding her perfect hourglass figure 
Grinding against my groin
She has more meat than a tenderloin
Steak, done medium-rare
She has a fierce personality 
So fierce that Sasha got her to sing on stage with her
Backstage pass for free.
When my cello performs her traditional daily lap dance
For the evening
She also seduces me with her soulful voice
Her voice is a sticky honeypot
That makes my mouth water and my eyes water
As I take in the frequencies, the power, the soul
Of her sensual serenade
My ears waltz to the tunes of her melodies and harmonies
They slow dance to the largo of the bow
They rock out like they're in a mosh pit to the aggressive fortissimos
That she growls in a show of ferocity and passion
My ears fall into a trance
When they see her dance
And whisper "pianissimo" 
By the time the lap dance is over
I am exhilarated
Mindblown
Flabbergasted
What did I just witness?
Each time she dances for me
I pay her in empty compliments and cheap thrills
But she is the real deal
And I owe her more than just a good time.


Somerville, Massachusetts, July 8, 2012

Written on January 8, 2021

Summer day in Somerville
Eating fresh pumpkin butter
On When Pigs Fly bread
The dough melds with that
Cinnamon fall sweet pumpkin puree
I look out my apartment window
At the cars below me making their way through the city
Nina Simone
Ms. Nina
Ms. Goddess of Soul and Jazz
Croons on the radio
Perched on the window sill
Her voice drapes around me like a warm velvet curtain
Enrapturing me
Raw and viscous like organic Manuka honey
Fresh from the comb
Stirred in a pot with sugar
To make a caramel syrup
My potted plant, Nefertiti
Sits on the windowsill
She and the radio, Rachel, are best friends
Ms. Nina cradles me in the velvet drapery
Caressing my face with those ivory and ebony piano keys
The sweet feeling of sweet music
Ms. Nina reminds me I am never alone
The sweetness in my mouth
From the pumpkin butter on sourdough toast
And the lullaby of resistance
And the Black female experience
In all its pain, power, pleasure
The Black womanhood
Which Ms. Nina lives and narrates
Makes me feel like I'm in the life state
Of heavenly bliss
Ms. Nina is my crib, my hammock,
She rocks me to sleep
The soft chatter of the drums
And the sensuous vocals from the saxophone
Dances across my eyelids
My cinnamon sugar eyelids
Closed for maintenance
Soaking in the sounds
The sycamore leaves as they dance
Alongside me in the arms of their branches
These voices
Slow waltz
Glide
On the linoleum floor of my eyelids
The song ends
My muscles limp as spaghetti
Milky orange drool dripping from the crevice of my chapped bruised lips
Caked with blood from biting them just a little too hard while asleep
Legs a puddle of chocolate
Melted in the 100 degree drought
I am asleep. 

I Exist

Written on 6/11/19

I exist and there is really nothing to it
I exist and that's a fact
I know I take up space 
With my curvy Black body
My kinky hair, my smushed up nose
And I know you turn and look around 
At the new girl taking up space
And you know what
I am fine with that
Taking up space is fine
I belong here on this planet Earth
Thanks very much.
It's not elementary school, my dear Watson
I can sit wherever I damn well please.
I can sit with the cool kids regardless 
Of whether you think I'm cool or not
So with that, Tommy, can I have your 
applesauce?
Our society has grown to be more accepting
And yet everyone has their demons they fight
School bullies fight them every day
And every day they keep losing out to the inner demons
Who are the real bullies
Psychology can mess us up.
So I'm going to stop watching the news
And embrace my Black womanhood.
While aware that plenty of women like me
Feel this way.
Feel that they take up space.
When I dance around the room
That simple chic studio
When I sashay in my worn pink flats
When I curve my body to the sweeping sounds
Of Tchaikovsky's Sugar Plum Fairy
I don't see many ballerinas who look like me

But I am fine with that
Because what matters is that I show up for 
the work
I take up space
So get used to it. 

Success

Written on June 11, 2019

Success is fleeting
It is but a dream
A mystery shrouded in gossamer
One minute you're bussing tables
Laden with dirty dishes and pathetic pennies for tips
The next thing you're kicking back
In your multicolored sneakers
And dapper woolen suit
On a silver platinum leather sofa
Talking with a toothy grinned talk show host about those early server days
Laughing away like you'd never laugh again. 

Success is a temporary solution
To the pain and suffering we go through
Day in and day out
We convince ourselves that everything is bigger and brighter
Cooler and shinier
Healthier and prettier
When we have a mansion, a 2,000 square foot jacuzzi, three kids
All attending private schools in the Berkshires
And a six-figure salary, complete with a kiss-my-ass CEO title to match

While we revel in our success
The planet burns slower and slower
The ozone hole getting wider and wider
Darker and scarier by the minuto
Earthquakes in Ohio shaking people's houses
Tornadoes uprooting millions of tall trees in Dallas
Wildfires ravaging Los Angeles

Meanwhile kids are dying of suicide bombings
Crying tears of anguish
As the government refuses to put down its weapons of 
Mass destruction and send those same kids to school
Depriving them of a life of their own.

I don't know what my own take on success is
And I don't really want to follow society's definitions of success
I don't know if I want to be a celebrity
With paparazzi throwing themselves at me like dogs
I don't know if my core is strong enough
To take the trolls, the critics and the self-doubt
My heart aches when I think about the polar bears
Trying to survive on less than a millimeter of ice
While I travel the globe in my private 747, sipping a glass of pinot grigio
Feeling guilt but not doing anything constructive to process that guilt

When I make it to Carnegie
Will I still tense up with fear?
When I get on that gilded stage with my cello
Will I taste bile coming up from
The Charybdis of my throat? 
At that moment, will I surrender my ego
To the sweet sounds of Dvorak's Cello Concerto in B minor
Or get so bogged down by the inner critic
That shouts at me to stop playing and just give up already?

Life is a learning process
Not everyone finds their passion when they're 3
Success is not a straight line
But a complicated labyrinth, a Rubik's cube that is hard to solve
A stray cow-lick that is hard to pin down no matter
How much gel or hairspray or cement you put on it.
Success has its ups and downs
It is a heart monitor, zig-zagging day after day
Minute after minute
Hour after hour

Success is what you make of it
It is like a technicolor dreamcoat
Not a black and white cookie
Success has its ups and downs
But in the end, it means not giving up
It means showing up whether you feel like it or not.
The words on this page are utter crap.
Yet I have shit to say and I'mma damn well say it.

It means, this definition of success, 
Celebrating each victory, no matter how small
Going to bed feeling grateful
Even just having lived another day
Feeling appreciation for life itself
Success is what you make of it. 
It's a technicolor dreamcoat, not a black and white cookie
When you make that big break, it's okay
To shed tears of joy, jump around the room in squeals
Run over the allotted speech time until the pit orchestra cuts you off
(Next award announcer please.)

And when you fall hard
Cry it out
Just get back up and go at it again
Even if you're crawling like an earthworm
Who has baked in the 100 degree heat and 
Fried like a Sunny-side-up egg
Tries to make the most of even
The smallest ounce left of its life
Even if your body is trying to brandish its sword
Against the dark demons in the depths of your mind
Even if your body spears them
Even when that bitter wormwood voice shouts at you
To throw in the towel and quit on life
Keep going
Keep crawling until you get to the door
Keep crawling until you open the door just a crack
To bring in the sunlight
And ward away the black

Even when you are screaming a blood curdling cry
At your body
Crawling, screaming, pleading at your limp noodle body
To go just one more day without taking those pills
Without putting that blade to those wrists
Without knotting that rope
To fight the demons that feast upon your limp noodle body
Day after day
Night after night
Hour after hour
Year after year
Minute after minute
Second after second
If you crawled even just an inch
Congrats you have made it
But there's no endpoint
Keep crawling
And trust me, success will feel like dining at a five-star restaurant
Success means continuing to drive
Even when your engine keeps sputtering and retching empty fumes
Success means different things for different people

Success is success
And it's what you make of it. 

Movie Review: Patti Cake$

I had been meaning to see this movie for a while. I saw the trailer a long time ago and thought it was really cool. If you haven’t seen Patti Cake$, it’s about a young white woman named Patricia Dombrowski, aka Patti, who lives in a small town in New Jersey but has big aspirations to become a famous rapper like her idol, O-Z. Even though she struggles to make it big, she and her friends Jheri, Bastard and her grandma Nana form a rap group called PBNJ together and Patti finds herself developing more confidence in herself as a rapper. I think that is why I love this movie, because it showed me that even if circumstances are hard, you can take steps towards accomplishing your dreams, but it requires a lot of serious dedication. Patti works two jobs and gets fired from one of them, and it puts a strain on the family finances. She gets frequent calls from debt collectors telling her that she is overdue on rent and other bills, and she also has to take care of her mom and grandma. But she spends time with Bastard and Jheri writing rhymes and recording in Bastard’s studio.

The relationship between Patti and her mom is really fraught at the beginning. Barb comes in while Patti is working at the bar and wants Patti to serve her alcohol, but Patti doesn’t want to. She does it though and after multiple shots of liquor she watches her mom sing on stage and then later vomit in the bathroom stall. Her mom is an excellent singer, but she gave up on her dreams when she had Patti and in fact, she blames a lot of her inability to follow her dreams on Patti. When Patti tells her about her rapping career, her mom laughs about it and makes fun of her for it, but it’s not until she actually sees Patti performing one night that she really starts to respect that girlfriend has bars.

It was also sweet seeing the romance between Patti and Bastard. When we first see Bastard he is at an open mic playing heavy metal on guitar and people are throwing stuff at him and teasing him. At first he doesn’t warm up to Danielle even when she tells him she liked his stuff but over time as he gets to know her he sees that she really likes his music and wants to collaborate with him, and they develop a beautiful friendship over the course of the movie. I also love love love the friendship between Jheri and Patti. I think that is why I gravitated towards the movie in the first place, because at the beginning of the trailer Jheri, who works at a pharmacy, is getting on the intercom when Patti walks into the pharmacy and gives her a grand ovation, introducing her as Killa P to an imaginary audience.

I also kind of related to one of the scenes in the movie, where Patti is interviewing for her second job at a catering company, because the man interviewing her asks where she would like to be in five years, and Patti at first imagines herself in a music video rapping in a hot tub with champagne and money around her, but then in reality she tells the manager that she envisions herself working for the catering company for the next five years. In 2016 I applied for several jobs after college to go towards paying off my student loans, and I landed an interview with a hotel as a front desk person. I was sweating how I was going to answer the interview questions and one of the questions, which is pretty common for job interviews, was “Where do you see yourself in the next five years?” Honestly I wanted to say “playing in a professional orchestra” because that is where I envisioned myself being after making enough financial resources and honing my craft. But I said, “I envision myself still working in the hospitality industry.” Part of me answered this way because I had this fear that if I answered that I wanted to have a different career path in the next five years, then they wouldn’t get me the job. (side note: I ended up being let go after four weeks. Probably for behavioral issues.) I’ve learned from watching this movie though that it really does help to have an income though so that you can still do what you love in your spare time. As much as I tried to quit my day jobs in the past, I realized that I really do like having stability sometimes. I think when I quit my job last year I was really anxious about finding another source of income, and when I played my music or did my writing I realized at some point that I didn’t need to quit my day job to do my passions on the side. I think I’m actually more determined than ever to use whatever time I have after work to practice my writing and work on my music.

This movie also showed me that it’s important to be true to yourself as an artist and not worry about what other people think of you. Even though she spits mad rhymes, Patti is a human being and at times struggles with self-confidence, especially because she faces a lot of bullying (the people in her neighborhood have always called her “Dumbo”). There is one scene where Patti falls in love with this guy named Danny who works at a pizza shop but during a rap battle he ends up insulting her and when she insults him back, he hits her. He does have a slight change of heart when he agrees to buy Patti’s CD, though. He was a jerk though to Patti. Patti also has a crucial moment when she meets her idol, O-Z. Throughout the film, Patti envisions following in O-Z’s footsteps and achieving his level of fame and fortune, but she gets a catering gig where she has to serve at O-Z’s mansion. When the manager asks who can make O-Z’s favorite drink, she makes it, and when she goes to his studio and finds him sitting on his fancy couch she envisions herself rapping for him. But instead she is extremely nervous and loses her confidence when she leaves a CD of her raps and O-Z puts down her dreams and stubs the CD with his cigarette and tells Patti to stick to catering and to give up on her dreams of becoming a rapper. The manager tells her she messed up and fires her, and Patti feels like she is failing at everything. She quits the group and then quits her job at the bar when one of the patrons finds her journal of lyrics and recites them in front of everyone without Patti’s permission, and she tells Jheri that she is giving up on her dreams. Before she meets O-Z, Patti tells Bastard that she wants to be like O-Z, but Bastard tells her to not be easily influenced by O-Z’s prestige and influence because it’s all just about appearances. Patti finally realizes that O-Z didn’t care about Patti’s dreams and was just a really terrible guy who looked down on people even though he was super successful. This reminds me of when I went to a professor’s house to audition for an advanced chamber music ensemble that he was coaching, and I thought very highly of this person, but to be honest at the time I really looked down on myself for working at Starbucks after graduating from this elite college. I thought that if I told my peers and professors from college that I worked at Starbucks, they would look down on me, so I often hesitated when telling them. When I met this professor, I was so nervous and wanted to impress him so badly, but it turns out that I didn’t end up getting into the group and to be honest, when I told him I worked at Starbucks, he told me he thought it was a shame that I graduated from a prestigious college and was working at Starbucks. I found myself losing my confidence and continued to make myself feel ashamed, but after a while, I realized that it doesn’t really matter what others think of your life journey in the long run, because as long as you are growing and maturing from the experiences you are always going to be on the best path for you. Of course, telling myself this everyday is much easier said than done because it’s a lot easier to look at someone else’s career path and think they have it easy, when you don’t even know their journey or what they struggle with every day to pursue that dream. I think what Bastard told Patti about not being swayed by O-Z’s success reminded me of this letter from The Writings of Nichiren Daishonin that I repeatedly turn to called “The Eight Winds.” Nichiren is telling one of his followers, Shijo Kingo, who is a skilled samurai that he shouldn’t let the promises of fame and praise sway his behavior. The four favorable winds are praise, pleasure, prosperity and honor, and the four adverse winds are decline, disgrace, censure and suffering. It’s easy to let other people’s validation or criticisms influence our decision-making or our life paths, and sometimes that praise or criticism comes from a good well-meaning place but other times it doesn’t, so I’ve realized as I’ve been pursuing these creative passions of mine is to not let these external influences prevent me from making art in the most authentic truest way. Bastard encourages Patti to keep being true to herself, regardless of whether people receive their music well or not, and DJ Tips, a famous emcee (played by MC Lyte) ends up playing Patti’s song “PBNJ” on her station one evening. DJ Tips also really loves Patti’s music even though she says it was “rough,” and when they meet at the bar mitzvah Patti is catering at, DJ Tips says to Patti that she can’t believe after 20 years as a DJ she gets a gig playing at someone’s bar mitzvah. This showed me that as musicians, you’re not always going to get that big glamorous gig you want and even after a lot of experience in the field you still may need to take gigs that may not be big and glamorous but are still really part of the job of being a musician. I kind of struggled with this at times because I expected that I would land an orchestra job right after college just because I’ve played for so many years and have all this playing experience in college, but that’s not how it worked. I would call the personnel manager asking if they needed me to sub for any gigs, but I didn’t get a reply and felt discouraged. I ended up playing quite a few gigs for free, and at someone’s Christmas party for some cash. But after talking with other classical musicians I have come to understand that is pretty normal. I had this grand idea that I would be this big name soloist who was going to collaborate with all of these famous artists, and when that dream didn’t come true I felt like I had failed or that this wasn’t the career for me anymore simply because I wasn’t making the progress I wanted. But what I have learned over time, and it’s still a life lesson I need to internalize, is that success is not a one-time thing, like you struggle and then bam, you just become successful after one hit or one CD or one gig. Sure it happens, but for the most part, artists have to keep producing and working on their craft to keep growing in their careers.

Overall, I really loved this movie. I kept jamming to the songs and it was a really encouraging movie for me to watch as a musician and writer who is still struggling to believe in myself and that I can achieve my dreams. Side note: Honestly, while watching this I kept thinking about Lady Sovereign, who is a white British female rapper. I grew up listening to a lot of her music in middle school and even today I found myself playing some of her old hits. Also there is a part in the movie where Patti and Jheri go to a recording studio and I thought the actor who played Swisha looked like Anthony Ramos, and sure enough when I watched the end credits I freaked out and was like, “Oh my gosh, Anthony Ramos from Hamilton was in this movie!!!” I loved watching Hamilton on Disney Plus and I loved Anthony in In the Heights, so seeing him in this movie had me going “Oh my gosh!” Ok, enough rambling. All that to say, if you haven’t seen Patti Cake$ yet I definitely recommend it.

Patti Cake$. 2017. Starring Danielle Macdonald, Siddharth Dhananjay, Bridget Everett, Mamoudou Athie and Cathy Moriarty. Directed by Geremy Jasper. Rated R for language throughout, crude sexual references, some drug use and a brief nude image.

Movie Review: Atonement

Disclaimer: one of the topics of the film is rape, so I give some brief descriptions of rape allegations as depicted in the film.

Last week I watched an excellent movie called Atonement. It’s the film adaptation of Ian McEwan’s novel Atonement. When I was in ninth grade I remember reading a lot of books and Ian McEwan’s Atonement was one of these books. I didn’t have a dictionary with me to help look up all the big vocabulary words so I had a pretty difficult time reading the book. I also learned this technique called long smooth underline when I was in a reading comprehension class, and when you do long smooth underline you put your hand under the words and move your hand across the pages to help with reading the sentences. But the thing about long smooth underline is that it is called long smooth underline for a reason; it takes time and it helps to slow down when you read so you can understand what you are reading. I was very impatient so I thought if I just speed-read Atonement I can finish it and be on my merry way. But as I’m writing this, I’ve told you nothing of the plot because I read it so fast that I don’t remember the plot and thus probably need to go back and reread the book. Not that there is anything wrong with that, because I really did enjoy the writing. I’m just ashamed I didn’t remember the plot of the book.

But anyway, these two young ladies in my Spanish class saw me racing through the book and one of them asked, “Are you really reading that fast?” And the other girl saw the book cover and said, “I love the movie!” I hadn’t seen the movie because I swore off R-rated films during that time. I thought, “I’m not 17 yet, so I can’t see this movie.” But after so many years and after finally watching the trailer and loving it, I decided, “Yep, it’s time for me to watch this movie.” So I rented it on Google Play and I must say, it was one of the best movies I have seen.

One thing I loved about this movie was the acting. I think when I was in middle school, I watched the Academy Awards and they showed a clip of Atonement, and the acting was just so brilliant. I have seen Saoirse Ronan in Lady Bird, The Grand Budapest Hotel, and Little Women and absolutely love her acting, but I hadn’t seen her earlier work, so this was my first time seeing Saoirse Ronan when she was younger. She brought so much to her role as the young version of Briony Tallis, and her and Keira Knightley both played their roles really well. I also love James McAvoy; I haven’t seen too many films with him in it to be honest, but last year I watched a movie he was in called The Last King of Scotland, which, is the film adaptation of the novel The Last King of Scotland by Giles Foden. Reading a book is definitely a different experience from watching the movie; I read the novel by Giles Foden the same year I read Atonement, but maybe I was just too young to understand the plot or I read the book too quickly. But watching the movie The Last King of Scotland, oh my gosh….it definitely is a film I am glad I saw because the acting was so excellent, but one of those films that shook me out of my skin to the point where I don’t think I need to see the film again because it’s so engrained in my mind. James McAvoy plays a doctor named Nicholas Garrigan, who goes to Uganda to be a doctor to dictator Idi Amin. My heart was beating out of my chest because the whole atmosphere of the film is so disturbing, but James McAvoy and Forest Whitaker both acted the hell out of their roles. To be honest, I know acting is a job for these people, but seriously after watching that movie I thought, How can you play these two characters and not go home at the end of the day feeling shook? Because as the viewer, I was just so mesmerized by the dedication they both brought to their roles. Nicholas lets it go to his head that he is the personal doctor of Idi Amin, and he gains access to all these influential people and parties, but it comes at a HUGE psychological, emotional, mental and (gruesome) physical cost. I saw as James McAvoy’s character went from being this seemingly innocent white guy who just wants to go to Uganda and help people to someone easily manipulated by power and influence and then brought quickly back to Earth by the terrifying reality that the guy he kissed up to is not the guy he thought he was, and the last half of the film left me on the edge of my seat (and also closing my eyes) because Nicholas really sees what kind of guy Amin is and that he can’t just pretend like he wasn’t somehow involved in these human rights abuses Amin committed because he becomes not just Idi Amin’s personal doctor but also his confidant, so whatever Nicholas spills about Amin’s corruption to others has severe (and very bloody) consequences. All that to say, James McAvoy is a very talented actor and in Atonement he was also amazing.

The movie delves into some pretty deep themes. One is the theme of forgiveness. Briony accuses Robbie for a crime he didn’t commit, and she has to carry that guilt with her for many years. Her sister, Cecilia, won’t talk to her anymore, and of course neither will Robbie because he went to prison for the allegations against him. Even when Briony comes to Robbie and Cecilia’s house to apologize, they can’t forgive her and just want her to leave them alone. I think what got me though was that the apology never got to happen because of some tragic events that precluded it . Robbie brought Cecilia happiness and love, and to see that taken away from her was devastating, and so she couldn’t forgive her sister for what she did. Another theme is perspective, because the movie shows the perspectives of the events that went down from Briony’s perspective but also I got to see another perspective of what actually happened. Briony finds out that another man raped her cousin, not Robbie, and that sends her into an even deeper spiral of guilt. Allegations are a serious thing, and these allegations left a serious scar on Cecilia and Briony’s relationship as sisters, and Cecilia lost all trust in Briony.

There was one important scene of the movie that takes place at Dunkirk. I had seen the movie Dunkirk a while ago, and absolutely loved it. Atonement doesn’t focus a lot on the Dunkirk evacuation, but so much happens on that beach in so short a time and the way the scene was shot was brilliant. It kind of reminded me of how 1917, another war drama, was shot in what looked like a single continuous take. The film really illustrated how horrifying World War I was and the risks and dangers that two men have to take to go through enemy lines and deliver the message they are assigned to deliver. As they travel long distances to deliver the message, they witness horrors that no one should ever have to witness (I think when they have to go through No Man’s Land it left a pretty indelible image on my memory) While watching the Dunkirk scene of Atonement, I wasn’t prepared to see the horses being shot to death but I think it just reminded me how hopeless everyone felt during this war and the Dunkirk evacuation seemed to be everyone’s last chance at finding hope and going home after the trauma and pain they suffered in World War II. Robbie and his comrades see people riding on an old merry go round set, singing, sitting by the beach, running around the beach naked and doing other activities. However, it’s tough for Robbie because he has to wait until he can go home since there are so many soldiers trying to get home, too, so he is forced to bear this suffering even further.

I really related to Briony’s dreams as a writer. Throughout the film, Briony is always writing. I also saw parallels between the characters Briony and Jo March in Little Women, both played by Saoirse Ronan, because both Briony and Jo love to write. Even when Briony gets older and works as a nurse during the war, she goes up into the attic and writes stories. The film shows how writing is such a vulnerable and personal thing, because Briony’s novel is based on her real-life experiences. She writes the novel because what happened in the novel wasn’t the full story in real life. In Briony’s novel she apologizes to Robbie and Cecilia, but when she is being interviewed as an adult she reveals that she never got to to go Cecilia’s and apologize because both Cecilia and Robbie died during the war. Her writing the novel was her way of helping Cecilia and Robbie find happiness since she still feels like she robbed them of their happiness in real life.

So it’s almost midnight and I am fading. But overall, this was an excellent movie worth watching. Since it’s a film about war there are some pretty heavy scenes (one especially when Briony is in the hospital and all the soldiers come in with pretty severe injuries and she treats one soldier with a serious injury) but it really is an excellent movie. And the film score was so beautiful. I haven’t seen Joe Wright’s other movies, but he definitely directed the hell out of this movie because it was good. It made me want to read the book Atonement again.

Atonement. 2007. Directed by Joe Wright. Rated R for disturbing war images, language and some sexuality.

Why I Blog

Daily writing prompt
Why do you blog?

I love to blog because it allows me a space to get my thoughts out. At first I wasn’t sure about having a blog since I tend to be a pretty private person, but to be honest I had all these journals I had written through my life, and I wondered, What if I wrote electronically? I also watched the movie Julie and Julia, and in the film Julie Powell keeps a blog about mastering recipes by Julia Child. She wrote at a time when there weren’t all these blogs about blogging and it was the early days of blogging, but I think reflecting on that movie and seeing how blogging gave Julie this deeper purpose in life and joy really inspired me to start one of my own. I actually started a WordPress blog around 2014 or 2015 but I discontinued it because I was a total perfectionist at the time and after writing one article I was super critical of myself and thought it sounded like trash and that I would never blog again. At the time I was a philosophy and Afro-American Studies major and I wanted to create an academic blog about philosophy and Afro-American Studies, so I wrote my first post on Saartjie Bartman, who was a Black woman who was exploited and put on display in Europe during the 19th century (to be honest, recounting the history is pretty difficult for me because it’s just so disgusting how brutally she was treated so I won’t go into a long explanation. I will just say, the account of Saartjie Bartman’s exploitation is disturbing, painful and sad. It made me an angry Black woman.) I don’t know why I deleted the post or discontinued the blog, but that was the end of the blog and I ended up not writing a blog again. In 2019, I decided I was just going to try again. I had a full time job, was stressed and I just wanted to write. So I took a class or two on Skillshare about blogging and realized finally after many months of blank screens that I just needed to sit down and write some stuff.

To be honest, I still struggle with perfectionism when writing on my blog. I may sit at the screen and think, “Will people actually like this?” But that’s why I’m glad I have a spiritual/ religious practice to keep me grounded and to remind me that I deserve to write and call myself a writer, and that at the end of the day the important thing is that you sat down and wrote. When I chant Nam-myoho-renge-kyo I am basically saying that I am respect-worthy and love myself. It doesn’t mean I have stopped dealing with insecurities but I have something to weather those insecurities and get me back to my main purpose in life, which is to just be the truest most authentic version of myself that I can so that I can encourage other people to be their true authentic selves. Because what I’ve learned in my time as a writer is that you’re going to write bad drafts, but it’s better to have bad material you can sift through and edit than a blank page with nothing on it. Of course, I do love to put my writing on paper first; that’s why I have so many journals and probably need a new bin so they don’t mildew. I love writing on paper before typing stuff out; somehow I can collect my thoughts better.

The main reason I love to blog though is that it gives me a space where I can just be myself. I thought at first I needed to be a perfect blogger, but to be honest everyone’s version of perfect is different. I am an introvert when it comes to being with people, but on this blog I am a total extrovert. I love to write and sometimes I even have to tell myself, Hey this is too long, stop talking so much. But writing is just so freeing.