An Entertaining Underrated Classic

 

On Saturday, I watched a classic black and white movie titled “Impact”.

It was a 1949 film that starred Brian Donlevy, Ella Raines, Helen Walker, and Charles Coburn.

When I first read the synopsis, my interest was struck, but the movie turned out better to my liking than I had first imagined.

So many old films or films alike with these types of plots are predictable though this story took a pleasingly different little turn.

I enjoyed this movie from beginning to end.

I also liked the cinematography and the script for that era of time.

The film was about a woman.

She had a man who truly loved her- he thought the world of her. But she was just using him for his money and the luxurious things he could get for her.

The woman had a lover on the side.

One that she incorporated for the scheme in the murder of her unsuspecting husband.

Without giving away the entire storyline- Everything seemed to have gone as planned, however, what was planned did not at all go as it had seemed.

There is a detective on the scene who is on the style of Alfred Hitchcock within characteristics while distinguishing a style of his very own in solving this case of a death that is not what it appears.

Throughout, the viewer (us watching the movie) gets to see how things proceed and how they unfold with another sweet piece of entertainment that develops in the storyline with the supposedly deceased character.

What angered me about the film was how the wife had such a faithful, loving husband, who cared about her and thoroughly provided for her regardless of her snooty attitude toward him at times. He treated her like a princess- in return she sets him up to get killed. She was ruthless throughout the story.

It is just a reminder of how dirty people can be just like Patrick Swayze’s character in the movie “Ghost” was set up by someone who was supposed to be his friend to get robbed then all went wrong resulting in his murder.

The thing I appreciated about “Impact” was the killer got what he deserved not realizing he was unsuccessful within his intended fatal venture.

 

A Job Does Not Define One’s Worth

 

I was told twice yesterday by a mature (ninety-five year old) woman of experience that because of the way I look physically, and the way that I carry myself, I should be in movies.

This is not the first time I have been told these words and similar ones alike.

As a teen and young adult, some people would ask me if I was a model and would tell me that I could be one.

Another person told me they saw me as a movie actress type who was supposed to be writing screenplays.

Aside from other things, I could have been a lawyer or a psychologist if I had really wanted and chose to. I have both the smarts and the mindset.

The fact is, I never wanted a life in Hollywood to be broadcast on television, or to be photographed for magazines walking down the runway.

I never had the desire to be a legal representative or mental health specialist either.

Though many of us are qualified or can do or become professionals in more than one area, it does not mean this is a preferred career or path to seek.

Jobs and job labels do not define us as individuals.

Even though there are narrow-minded misinformed people who believe the higher the title or higher the income, the higher the stature.

Someone who does not have a job or who has a job that is considered low rank in comparison to high-level/high-profile jobs can have far more integrity, intelligence, ability than the one touting their so-called credentials.

They may have just not gotten the right opportunity, could have fallen into hard times, did not believe enough within themselves or did not have any support.

There are several reasons and factors for why those who could achieve great heights do not.

A lot of people who are in positions of power or who hold positions that are praised within society are not as adequate as they think they are or would like to believe.

Many of them are nothing but shit! They are as common as they come- there is nothing special about their existence.

Novel within character and mindset unlike the ordinary are what define true standing within its authenticity.

 

 

 

Nobody Can Walk In My Shoes The Way I Have

 

 

I like the shoes that I walk in. They fit me just fine.  Sure, there are other pairs on display I can try on, but they would eventually get raggedy to wear out as they all come a dime a dozen.

The shoes on my feet are especially made for me. There are no other duplicates for anyone else to see. These shoes stand the test of time, they are worth much more than a cheap dime.

They are waterproof, hole-proof, and heel-proof. The proof is in the damage-proof that proved the resiliency in my walk.

I have come a long way in my shoes.

No matter whatever came to be I always kept moving forward never to slide back. The motor in my body never allowed me to be immobile.

The sole of the fabric tells it all, my foot imprinted.

I made a mark- nobody can walk in my shoes as I have without the scratches, scrapes and shitloads of crap not showing upon the surface.

Hell, my shoes still look brand new!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love For The Life Within Me

 

I do not like the way life/the world is in its imperfect state as it is- I never have.

The atmosphere is not my true origin or dwelling.

Life within itself is a beautiful design along with a lot of wonderful things within creation.

It should be what it temporarily could not be.

Aside from my dislike of this undesirable world and many of its undesirable people and its ways of derogatory lifestyle I do like the life that I have.

I am happy with myself, I love the way I live my life, I love myself, I am content with my job, and I am overjoyed living a life natured and nurtured by spirit.

The essence of pure energy adorns my life. 🕊🕊🕊