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Movies Reviews
The Review Point
The Review Point 2.0 (Coming Soon)
Fleeting thoughts
Free verse and short stories.
Essays
Bite Marks
My dog has bitten me twice. The bigger scar is a remnant of muddled tissue in the shape of a pattern I'm not able to describe.
The other remains as dots on skin. Like the moles that decorate my arms and collarbones, palms and chest.
Constellations.
A mixture of black and white in chocolate skin.
I can barely see it at night but when the sun shines just right I see the four indentures right on top of veins, bone and muscle. Dots.
That's all that will remain of her. All that I'll have to prove she was ever real when she's no longer around. Tangible. More than just a fragment of my perception and more than the animal I've photographed again and again.
She'll forever be the bite marks on my skin.
But what will I have left of you?
“Two months to seventeen, two dead parents, & an aunt who looks worried because we both know, without my father without his help life as we’ve known it has ended.” (pg. 75)
What becomes of a young girl's life without her protector, and what happens when lies unravel? Loss, mourning, faith, sexual harassment, economic problems, and having to grow up too quickly are some central themes the American poet, novelist, and National Poetry Slam Champion, Elizabeth Acevedo, focuses on in this book. Clap When You Land (2020) is the story about two young Dominican sisters, separated by birth and distance, whose lives are turned upside down when news of their fathers' sudden death arrives one tragic afternoon. Throughout the story, up until chapter “Camino: Twenty-Two Days After”, we follow both Yahaira Ríos and Camino as they struggle to come to terms with their new reality and the challenges that they will have to face as teenage black Latin women in their respective environments.
The United States of America is known as the land of new beginnings. A country built on the idea that everyone has an equal opportunity to acquire freedom, economic prosperity, and their aspired jobs. Thus, people from all around the world, the vast majority of whom are of Mexican descent, settle there in hopes of finding their American dream. For Latinx immigrants, this principally means one thing: securing a better life for themselves and their families. However, along the way, many are faced with challenges such as language barriers, racial discrimination, and financial instability. So, how are the ambitions of these Latino immigrants being affected by these hardships? Latinx authors often depict the struggles and triumphs of immigrants in their works, shedding light on the harsh reality of their experience in America. It is through storytelling in texts such as The House on Mango Street (1984) by Sandra Cisneros and Puerto Rican Obituary (1973) by Pedro Pietri, that we are allowed to dig deeper into the lives of immigrants, even if just for a second.
“You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes” (The Matrix, 1999)
Whereas the white rabbit led Alice down a path of wonder and paradoxes, it led Neo out of the claws of technology. Written and directed by Lana and Lilly Wachowski, The Matrix (1999) delves into themes of perception of reality, truth, identity, and the role machines play in our interpretation of life. It challenges the boundaries between virtuality and the real world, consecutively leading us to question how dangerous humanity's creations can be towards ourselves. Nevertheless, not every character in the film views the system as the enemy nor the red pill as a form of acquiring freedom.
God meant for things to be equally distributed between his creations, yet you have taken more than your share.
You have stripped away my name, denied my rights, and casted your unholy shadow over my flesh. I have come to exist before your eyes only in relevance to your needs.
I mourn my own death. Am but a current soul in lament, and still, you crave to call yourself the victim.
Sick beast, starved of attention.
I am not your subject.
The Spectacular Now - Movie vs. Book
The Three Body Dilemma - Tentacle by Rita Indiana (Book Essay)
Alien Invasions: The otherness in Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1956) - Invasion of the Body Snatchers (Movie Essay)
The Allure of Illusion: Escapism in Technology and the Red Pill Dilemma - The Matrix (Movie Essay)
The Promised Land: Latinx Immigrants and their Struggles Portrayed in Literature - The House on Mango Street (1984) by Sandra Cisneros and Puerto Rican Obituary (1973) by Pedro Pietri (Book Essay)
Clap When You Land - Clap When You Land by Elizabeth Acevedo (Book Essay)
"Alien invasion narratives tend to raise one stark issue: conquer or be conquered." (Seed, 2011, pg. 30-31)
For the citizens of Santa Mira, California, life as they knew it had ceased. Like untamed roots, the leaflike green alien pods spread throughout the city, unnoticed and with one mission: survival. From deafening screams to a lack of trust, the movie Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1956), based on Jack Finney’s science fiction horror novel The Body Snatchers (1955), explores three types of aliens while simultaneously disregarding crucial elements of them.
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Until the day I can just appraise you in silence, I will default to speaking to you incessantly.
Three bodies, three timelines, one shared consciousness. Published in 2018, Rita Indiana’s Tentacle is a short novel that takes place in a futuristic, post-apocalyptic Santo Domingo, where the young maid Acilde Figueroa is prophesied as the chosen one to save the ocean from extermination. This critical narration confronts the linear passage of time, weaving together explorations of climate change, technology, Afro-Caribbean traditions, queer politics, colonialism, the body, and contemporary art into a mind-bending, yet oftentimes confusing, journey through the Caribbean.
I still seek you in my solace.
You’ve bewitched me like no other man.
Making me itch for your attention like an addict.
Why am I beguiled?
When will you release your clutch on my soul?
I beg of thee, set me free.
For no mortal should posses my spirit the way you possess it.
No man should appraise the riches of my devotion without claiming them.
"But it was from the distance between us, not from the affinities and likeness but from the difference, that that love came: and it was itself the bridge, the only bridge, across what divided us."
- The Left Hand of Darkness (2010) by Ursula K. Le Guin
In The Solace of the Moonlight
"I want all with you," she whispered softly.
Her fingers roamed through his mane as her eyes danced from one freckle to the next. Taking in every strand of hair on his slightly furrowed brows, every expression line on his face, every star dancing in his pupils.
"I want you to spoon me in the night and shake me awake under the sunlight. To be the hands that wrap around my waist; the chest that presses against my back."
He inched closer. His nose brushing against her own, breathing in every fiber of her being.
"I wish to make you laugh and be able to let you cry," she continued, "I want you to tell me when I am wrong... and l want you to love me when I am right."
"You are never right," he squeezed her hips, pulling her body closer to him. Holding her like gravity holds the moon; without plans of ever letting go.
"Would you love me still?"
The edge of his mouth curved upwards. His lips inches away from their home as he felt the skin of her own brush against them.
"I'd love you regardless..."
Heartaches
I never understood heartache until now.
Never realized it could hurt more than your distance, or your recent little insults, or your sudden lack of interest.
I always knew I was unlovable, but I never thought I'd be unloved by you.
Delusion
It's something so bizarre this subtle ache in my heart. It remains numb for the first few seconds of the day, and then I remember you.
How we haven't had a real conversation in a month; haven't heard you laugh in a while; haven't received a text back....
And then my head spirals. Maybe I'm not that important. You surely have better things to do, real people to talk to. Relationships to stablish with girls that aren't thousands of miles away in a land you've never set foot in.
I said once "we are delusional." You said "who's we?"
And then I think about how your arms have never been wrapped around my waist, your lips never pressed against mine. How my fingers have never touched your cheek, and how our eyes have never meet.
I'll never truly know what goes through your mind. Never will ask for more than what we have cause I know it'll mean asking for more than what I have given. All I know is I've never experienced such a thing... until you.
- Alejandra Marie
The Menace
"Do you reckon it's possible to miss someone you've never met?" She asked through the phone, voice quiet and filled with doubt. "As in wanting to talk to them and wanting them around more often even if they were never there to begin with. Is that still whitin the normal symptoms of catching feelings?"
He didn't chuckle like he used to but didn't dodge it either. "It's not the best feeling, but you can't do much about it..." There was a pause and then a soft breath. She had never seen his face, not in the way she desired to see it. But she could imagine the look on it as he spoke one word after the other. "You'll get over it"
She could feel it deep inside her heart. An ache so vivid it was hard to dismiss as anything else other than a gentle break. A crack on the muscle tissue waiting to be ripped apart to shreds, all at the cause of his beautiful calloused hands. "That's a horrible feeling when this is literally the most I've ever felt in a long time."
Silence.
She could feel the tears pool in her eyes and, for once, was thankful he couldn't see her face. Couldn't see how much he truly affected her.
Gosh, why was she so stupid? She wasn't an emotional person. She lost people day in and day out and could still keep a steady pace of her life. But just the thought of losing him ate away at her soul. Chipped away every bit of emotional maturity she had gathered along the years. He made her feel like a fool in l... Like a fool, and she dispised the controle she had given a stranger over her heart.
He took in a sharp breath, taking her away from her thoughts.
"It will be okay." He mused, and she knew it would all be over one day.
The Menu
I thought I was too old to start hating food.
The way it made my stomach ache when it wasn't inside me, and the way it would make my stomach churn when it was.
It's a weird predicament, for everything I desire causes me pain, and everything I despise is being shoved down my throat as a remedy.
I hate food. Hate if for what it does to me. Hate what it turns me into. Hate when people who don't know say "Eat. You should eat!" and the people who know say "Stop. That's not good for you"
It's a fight. Constant struggle for me to decide what I want. The moment I start eating there's a problem but also the moment I stop. I hate it, and I don't think I've ever hated something with such passion.
I thought I was too old to start hating food... but maybe 20 isn't too old to start.