Showing posts with label Diligence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Diligence. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 27, 2026

Excelsior

Obsessed with grades a curious squad introspectively comports themselves inquisitively, compulsively attuned to meticulous vibrations shrewdly endowed with austere form. 

Studiously aligned to exacting rhythms they reflexively defy comatose expediency, and proactively consume everything they can instructively regarding knowledgeable life. 

Intricate methodologies furthermore facilitate domestic tasks and fruitful expenditures, as elaborate meals exhaustively enable vast culinary insights into grand gustation. 

Public transit indeed suffices as automobiles require monthly payments, and work conflicts with reading and study as esoteric guidelines promote seclusion. 

They note the habits of other people as peculiarly generating otherworldly impulses, which seem to have less novel interest and lack the allure of imaginative exhibition. 

Until one day they're voluminously tasked with audaciously attending a music festival. 

At which they encounter points of view.

Randomly delivered with disengaged artistry. 

It's fascinating to watch as exoteric alternatives creatively emerge with dynamic flair, and democratic evaluations of discursive thought begin to outmanoeuvre hierarchical remonstrations. 

Instead of vitriolically delineating opposing viewpoints as distasteful, the raw newfound classifications deconstruct traditional liturgies. 

As they listen to conversations which don't have a point and aren't competitive, the resulting nonsensical energetic whimsy magically encourages inclusive insights. 

I liked how the utilitarian exposure led to less venomous codes of conduct, and the accidental immersion in illogic subterraneanly diversified stilted constructs. 

It reminded me of my youth in the country when I hung out with people who had no use for school, and I used to love listening to their odd discussions which were so very different from life at university (they called me dainty). 

They were like unique unconcerned orchestrations naturally overflowing with authentic life, people who actually cared about people, instead of just writing books about how that's a great idea. 

Cool flick. 

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

The Lucky One

Don't really know what to say about The Lucky One.

Lead character Logan (Zac Effron) certainly is lucky.

While fighting in Iraq, he discovers the picture of an enticing woman lying in the wreckage and keeps it close to his heart thereafter. Having safely returned to Colorado, he then decides to find her and sets out on foot, showing her picture to people he meets. He eventually finds her (Taylor Schilling as Beth Clayton) in a small town in Louisiana and she gives him a job working in her kennel.

Against her better judgement.

Her jealous manipulative ex-husband (Jay R. Ferguson as Keith Clayton) is a smug policeperson, the son of a wealthy mayoral candidate, and a secure member of the local petty bourgeoise.

He takes none to kindly to Logan.

But Logan isn't afraid, and boldly refuses to play ball, trusting instead in the power of love and the genuine incorruptibility of his good intentions.

And the fact that lonely Beth starts wanting a piece.

The film would have been stronger had Logan encountered other labourers who had run afoul of Mr. Clayton's coercive tendencies and formed a resistance of sorts to counteract his abusive privilege.

Old Testament justice is thunderously administered, but a different solution, one galvanizing the resolve of mistreated workers, would have provided The Lucky One with a collective edge, thereby intensifying the fluidity of its amour.