My Review on the Elephant Man

     My review on the Elephant Man, is that at the beginning of the movie, it starts off as a visual concept when we see an elephant stampede and a woman being knocked down by an elephants swinging trunk. This character is later seen as a woman with "a beautiful face of angel,"who seems to be the Elephant Man's mother. The elephant man is introduced in a circus as a freak show owned by Bytes, a publicity seeking man. As the crowd goes wild to see him, Dr. Fredrick Treves seems to be near the station of Bytes but then sees the officers taking everyone out. Treves gets curious to see this man because he wants to get the chance to examine him. Treves meets up with Bytes and when Treves first saw the "Elephant Man," he cried. Throughout the film, Treves becomes friends with the Elephant Man who is later introduced as John Merrick, a 23 year old man, who was born with deformities around his body. The ending of the film becomes emotional because when Mr. Merrick tries to become a normal young person by sleeping with his head back avoiding his deformities. The ending lead to Mr. John Merrick's death. The overall film, had great emotion, and allowed its audience to get into the film and feels the same as Joh Merrick.

"My name is John Merrick..."

     My name is John Merrick. I am not an animal, I am a man. I am... a human being. I've lived a long life full of abuse and terrible memories, and yet, I still don't understand the reasons for that. I've always been told to "stand up," or "turn around," always been ordered to do things when in reality I would much rather isolate myself from the world, away from everybody. I'm seen as this monster, I'm always starred at, I'm seen as and ugly "elephant man." I am fed up with the judgements, I'm only seen as a joke and as much as I try to stand up for myself, I can't. It's the memory of a "beautiful face of an angel" I have that keeps me encouraged to continue with life, that face is my mother's. I see her picture every morning by my bed side, the bed Mr. Fredrick Treves, kindly provided me with. Thanks to him I no longer have to suffer the fatal abuse of Bites, all he did was use me for his own entertainment. Now, all I want is to find out about my mother, find out where she is and what happened to her. Bytes only told me she was knocked down by a group of elephants when she was 4 months into her pregnancy. But I don't understand what that has to do with my deformities, the way I was born, the way I look. I don't understand why god would make me this way, why he would allow me to be seen as a hoax, to be used for the convenience of Bytes. All I ask myself is why, why me? 

WELCOME TO MY NIGHTMARE. . .

      A nightmare in once had in the middle of the night was on a lonely city street. I dreamt that I was alone at night running in the street screaming for help. I remember that as I looked back I saw a black shadow over my shoulder. The fear sunk in as the shadow followed me. I remember running into the nearest house and inside was my dog, my french miniature poodle was standing right before my eyes. Soon enough, I heard someone break into that home and started making loud noises which made my fear kick in even more. Then I began to dream about a scary movie I had just watched previously and the images were so vivid, I felt as if I were actually there. That same night, I felt as if I had seen a demonic presence of some sort, standing upon me as if it were reaching for my soul. It's amazing how I can still remember these images so clearly, yet they don't bother me at all. After I saw the presence, I remember being in my room with the door shut when suddenly the knob starts to rattle. My heart raced faster than it has ever before. I tried to escape myself from the horrific imagery in my mind. But, before my eyes could fully open, I heard scratches and knocks on my wall, conscious and aware of what was going on in my surroundings. I remember sweating and thinking of the worst, thinking someone would pull my legs at night or put their presence upon mine, I was afraid. That same night I could no longer sleep, it was 1 in the morning and all I could do was try and ignore the sounds coming from the other side of my wall, I was terrified. But soon enough, I was slowly, little by little, calming down and then, I fell asleep. I no longer dreamt of anything throughout the night and until I woke up, all I could recall was fear, but I didn't know the reason why and that was the nightmare I had, and I would to welcome you to MY NIGHTMARE.