Everybody has his or her path toward self-acceptance. One day you happily fit in the society's norm, just as everybody else finishing schools, passing exams, partying and worrying about your acne. The next day you realize that you might be a part of a minority not necessarily tolerated by your family circle and friends. Worse yet, at times the whole world is against you and you are thrown into an institution which is designed to straighten your wicked ways and improve your morale. Everybody wants to be accepted but not everybody is lucky enough to have it the easy way. Is being attracted to your best friend the worst crime? The Miseducation of Cameron Post.
You cannot disregard female power. Some men throughout the history of the world wanted to diminish women's significance, close them in the kitchen, limit their ambitions to cooking and child-bearing. Women, however, resisted, spreading their wings and proving that no area of human accomplishments is for them too difficult or unreachable. They survived. But intelligence raises fear. For their beliefs, many women were considered possessed, for their desires they were punished, for the expression of their thoughts they were imprisoned. Some of them needed shelter. Imagine a place which survived the political turmoils of changing governments, a place which valued art and female independence. A place, which could offer a hideout for the lost souls that strove for self-expression. What if it was run by witches? Rhythm, dance, and the horror of female liberation, which required bigger sacrifices, taking sides, and a whole lot of gore, Suspiria.
Try Google search and you will find countless cases of daughters fed up with their mothers. The latter tend to criticise everything: from clothes, through interests, friends, to boyfriends. They influence you, choose your clothes when you are a little girl, comment on your menstruation, warn you against the evil of the world: men. They have been through it all and why shouldn't you use all their knowledge and traumas to your advantage? The problem is that you rarely objectively can look at your mother; the emotional baggage of past memories makes it difficult to flee from the influence of the one who gave birth to you. Equally hard is to survive the abuse, mean comments, and growing up in the hostile environment of the school. Unless you have supernatural powers and can get a revenge on everybody who wronged you. A secret wish of many hurt school girls, a dangerous power in a seemingly innocent, indoctrinated little girl. And two (1976 and 2013) film adaptations of Stephen King's novel. Look how little has changed despite the passing of time. What stayed the same is even that little evil desire of murder and destruction we all have when they mock us for whatever the reason. Enjoy.
What are you afraid of? Earthquake? The collapse of the economy? Plane crash? Maybe alien attack? It usually happens unexpectedly like all the alien attacks you experienced in your life. There might be symptoms, initial signs telling you that something isn't right, that the Earth is going to change in an irreversible way. Waves of alteration might occur, ignoring your view on the matter. Will you be able to survive? Will you adjust to new circumstances? Will you learn how to kill without scruples? Will you kill the right ones? Will you always have immaculate hair-do regardless of the course of events? Nice entertainment for action seekers. The 5th Wave.
Life is apparently divided into stages. You have your primary school friends with whom you play after finishing your homework. Then you hang out with your teenage peers, trying out the forbidden pleasures of life, choosing your professional path or making the standard mistakes. Then you have your college/university pals who help you mature and get into the adult world. Then it's your business life and people found along the way, who are either to stay in your life for longer or to go as rough-and-ready friends. Often you just don't fit in. You like to hang out with younger colleagues, you get on well with those twice your age. You outgrow your group of friends and, sometimes, outgrow the period of life you are supposed to be in, whether it concerns marriage, children or relationships. A fun story of growing up and letting go. Laggies.
We need heroes. We need someone who in times of danger, famine, war or violence will make us feel that there is still justice in the world. We obsess over Superman, Spiderman, Ironman and we are besotted with the idea that under the disguise of an exceptional, strong and a man of unsurpassed abilities there's a plain guy: a little bit geeky, unlucky in love, abandoned by parents. Such a deprived hero is like one of us: born not into wealthy families but into circumstances we can feel attached to. Harry Potter was an ordinary boy who found out that he's extraordinary. Jesus lived not in a palace but in an ordinary house with an ordinary family. We still need to feel that there's someone in control, that the good will always win and the evil will be defeated. And a hero might be an ordinary guy trying to do some good.





