In previous blogs I have stated that today's movie seem to be filled vulgarity and language, but I might have been wrong. During the weekend my days are pretty usually organized, Saturday I work and Sundays I get ready for the school week. This week however, we decided to watch a movie. To much to my surprise my father chose this rather odd movie. It was called Changeling, which was directed by Clint Eastwood and starred Angelina Jolie. At first I was skeptical, the cover of the movie wasn't as eye catching or extraordinary but I didn't discard it. As we began to watch the movie I was intrigued by the lifestyle people had in the 1920's where a mother could leave to work and leave a door open. As the movie began to unfold I found myself moved. During the entire movie I experienced sadness, anger, despair, hope and at the end disappointment. I won't spoil the movie but I will recommend this movie, because in my opinion there are not many movies today in which they allow the individual to reflect and at the same time entertain.
I loved this movie. I was getting to aggravated because they kept telling her that the boy they found was her son. How is a mother not going to know her own son?! Seriously, I wanted to punch every person who told her that her son was the boy they found. What got me even more mad was the fact that they had a picture of her son and they continued this terrible mascarade just so the LAPD could seem corageous and actually fulfilled their duty as protectors of LA instead of doing their job and finding Christine Collins real son.
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