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CAT & MOUSE

Ms. Davenport ejected the USB device, her nerves on end as she eyed both the surveillance screens in the room and the door to Mr. Saleuri's office. She was downloading files that would prove her innocence and point the finger at Mr. Saleuri, a Tech giant who had been selling top-secret information to the highest bidder. She just needed to get the info saved on that drive and into someone who could help her. First, it meant getting out of the building, flooding with Federal and police patrols everywhere, having been tipped off by Mr. Saleuri himself.

Ms. Davenport peeked out the office blinds into the hall. It was clear, so she stepped out, and with a brisk pace and not drawing too much attention to herself, she walked the quiet hallway up to the receptionist desk. The girl there smiled as she walked up to the counter; the phone rang. Ms. Davenport walked on by as she could overhear the voice on the phone line, screaming not to allow Ms. Davenport to leave. The receptionist's alarmed eyes met with Ms. Davenport's. Hearing the urgent order over the phone, the receptionist began to rise out of her desk seat to slow Ms. Davenport down as she flew by and disappeared around the next corridor.

Thinking about hitting the upcoming elevator Ms. Davenport knowing the feds were on her, would begin sealing off exits. Hence, she hit the elevator button and triggered it for the lobby. As the doors closed on the empty elevator, the receptionist with building security in tow saw the elevator close, assuming Ms. Davenport was inside; they alerted the feds and other security. She was heading to the lobby on a lift on the westside. This bulletin then ran along with all the radios on that frequency. The ranking officer of the feds, Sergio Mangas, walked into the building, getting himself into some boots on the ground type action headed directly to the westside elevator to intercept Ms. Davenport and the sensitive information she hacked.

Watching the floors tick down on the elevator Sergio Mangas and his men drew their weapons. A bit of apprehension filled the first scene as each officer held an intense gaze at the elevator door yet to open. The level numbers slowly continued ticking down till reaching the last ten when another alert came across the radios that Ms. Davenport was not on the elevator but seen on the southwest parking garage. Hearing this, the feds and the police on the scene began to reposition.

The building was swarming with feds, and Sergio Mangas led his team to the south side parking structure. By then, Mrs. Davenport had entered her parked Mercedes, fired it up, and was now on the verge of escape. She then pulled onto the street, watching a sea of flashing lights moving back and forth, looking to decide which entrance and exit to block off till it was too late as Ms. Davenport had escaped their clutches and was now on her way to the rendezvous spot to meet with her handler. For once, her heart began to beat at its usual pace as she scanned the images that came up in her rearview mirror, making sure she wasn't being tailed, and then disappeared.

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Successful author Veronica Henley finds herself trapped in a horrifying reality and must uncover the mind-bending mystery before it's too late. (Courtesy of Internet Movie Database)

ANTEBELLUM (2020) is directed and written by Gerard Bush & Christopher Renz and produced by Gerard Bush. Having seen DJANGO and coming out with a positive sense, having at one point swearing off “Slavery movies,” I felt what I saw in the ANTEBELLUM trailer was enough to justify my new view.

Upon watching and knowing my hopes for this film, I was not completely disappointed but somewhat confused. The acting performances were solid, yet the story on screen leads you to think one thing, and then a good portion in the story flips, and the oddity takes hold. In that mind frame, I hope to have seen more of how this new direction works, but in an hour and 45-minute film, I know you can only do so much.

In the End: ANTEBELLUM gives an interesting take on the slavery era juxtaposed to the modern-day, but I was left wanting something more. So I give this film 3 of 5 stars.

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COFFEE SHOP REUNION

 

It wouldn't have been unheard of for him to run into someone he knew in a coffee shop; he knew plenty of people. He was just that type of person chatting up people he found interesting asking them what they did, as they set off an air that told him they were somebody. A perfect example of this was a woman sitting at his usual table next to the window, he liked to people watch, and this window was perfect for it. She was dressed in black and white stripes; her hair tightly pulled back so much that it gave her a natural face-lift. She had stern eyes and a look about her that spoke to her ambitiousness in life. She sat at the table, looking deeply into her Apple Air computer, possibly crunching numbers or reading something ineptly.

He stood outside, talking with an old-timer who was a regular and would tell tremendous life stories that could delight anyone. Yet, his primary victims were young college girls finding the coffee shop a great refugee when studying. He continued to wait patiently for the woman looking out of his peripheral to see her close her laptop. He excused himself from the old-timer and moved smoothly to the side of the woman, asking her what she did for a living and that he just needed to know. She explained that she was in real estate and that her first job was in marketing. He seemed fascinated as she talked, looking her in the eye nodding his head. The conversation was brief; they exchanged names and business cards. She began to glow, having a stranger want to know so much about her just out of innocent curiosity. She then exited the shop and walked across the street to another set of shops.

He set his sunglasses, book, and portfolio down on the table. Inside the coffee shop was cold, while outside was hot as the city went through a heatwave. He sat at the station, slowly acclimating to the new climate. His thoughts were between what to order and faintly on the quick conversation with this random woman. Just as he pulled out a bit of reading material to pass the time till his mind decided to proceed with an order, he saw an old friend from his University days through the window.

She looked nearly the same, maybe gained a little weight, but in the right places, which only enhanced her country girl curves. He remembered her glacier blue eyes now hidden behind a pair of dark bug-eyed sunglasses. Walking in, she scanned the shop as if she was looking for someone. She wondered if she would recognize him as he searched for her name, "Robin." He dare not say that name lest it is the wrong name, but as he continued to look in her direction, she removed her sunglasses, and with a smile, the connection was there as they recognized each other.

She walked around the table, and he stood up, and they embraced. He could feel the warmth from the heat outside still on her body, as well as her sumptuous curves. She sparkled from her Miss Me jeans, her shimmering blue top, and the impressive glint from her wedding ring. He had always admired her work from their time in school, feeling she was inaccessible; they never truly bonded. They continued to catch up. He looked her in her eyes that were still breathtaking, and he realized her smile was infectious, making him feel as if she was delighted to see him.

She informed him she was meeting with "Barbara," who was their professor at that time some ten years ago. He lamented on the thought of seeing her again, and within the flash of that thought, she was there. Everyone was smiles, he gave Barbara an embrace, a pro woman kind of professor short in stature, but a mind for design always dressed in black. The trio quickly caught up, and as soon as it began, it ended. He felt good seeing people from his past, letting himself know how far he had come. He never really knew how people from that period of his life truly felt about him losing contact with nearly everyone from that time.

He had taken another path, and it had been fruitful in its own right, but... there was no but's he was happy, and no one knows how life is going to play out or who are those you'll keep in touch with. This gave him an idea, and he ran with it. He grabbed his pen and began writing, and he let the memories fill page after page.

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The Peanut Butter Falcon is an adventure story set in the world of a modern Mark Twain that begins when Zak (22), a young man with Down syndrome, runs away from the nursing home where he lives to chase his dream of becoming a professional wrestler by attending the wrestling school The Salt Water Redneck. Through circumstances beyond their control Tyler (32), a small-time outlaw on the run becomes Zak's unlikely coach and ally. Together they wind through deltas, elude capture, drink whisky, find God, catch fish, and convince Eleanor (28), a kind nursing home employee with a story of her own, to join them on their journey. Written by Lucky Treehouse (Courtesy of Internet Movie Database)

THE PEANUT BUTTER FALCON (2019) Is directed and written by Tyler Nilson & Michael Schwartz and produced by Albert Berger. This was a film that, upon watching the trailer, I was excited to see the film. I am definitely partial to Shia LaBeouf as I think he is a tremendous actor as any role I’ve seen him played he killed it. There were even a few unsolicited recommendations that I watch this film.

So, upon watching the film, I found a uniquely developed road or coming of age film. The main character, played by Zack Gottsagen, felt he had a great performance making things light and straightforward as he is a person with Down syndrome. The journey of these characters seemed at once mundane, but as they traveled into more open spaces and meeting other characters, you find how dangerous and meaningful this trip ends up to be.

In the End: PEANUT BUTTER FALCON creates an adventure that anyone can get behind and enjoy. I also felt the performances and chemistry of the core characters added to creating something memorable. So for this film, I give it 4 of 5 stars. 

 

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SUPRISE GAG

Booke frantically typed in her message and pressed send. The message she had just completed was a salacious one sent with a smiley face that looked a little naughty. 

She tried focusing on finishing dinner for her daughter and her boyfriend. Still, her anticipation for what and how the party on the other end of her phone message would reply was possibly more than she could handle as she was tingling between her thighs something awful. 

Five minutes had passed, then ten, then twenty. Brooke was beside herself, thinking that now the message was over the top, too vulgar, maybe insensitive, who knew. She completed making dinner and placed the food for her guests, and then excused herself, sitting out on the porch of her home in case a message came. 

It wasn't even five minutes later when she felt she needed to fire off another text to find out what the hold-up was. Her fingers' rapid movement typed up her questioning mood and solidified it with a frowning face emoji. 

On the other end of the phone, the message blinked incessantly, waiting for Donald to check it. He was in a heart-to-heart conversation with a woman down on her luck, and rather than break the vibe, he ignored the message; although seeing enough of the abbreviated text, he caught the gist and was highly intrigued by how the rest of the writing went. Upon completing his conversation, Donald looked at his phone to see her messages and fired back. She was pleased and even happier as he told her he would indeed come and see her that weekend. 

When the weekend came around, their spirits were both high. Brooke stood at the front window of her home on Donald's drive up intermittently, watching for him to arrive. When he finally made it, she watched him get out of his car and walk up the pathway to her front door and knock before she opened the door. Upon opening the door, she jumped him for a kiss, which quickly turned into a full-on make-out session falling back onto her couch in the living room dry humping to the sound of a quiet house. 

He began to tell her that he had a surprise for her, to which her curiosity was peaked so much she stopped her advances completely. She looked at him, her top now off revealing her crimson bra and ample breasts. He smiled and reached for the overnight bag, sensing he had to show her now before too late. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black leather red ball gag, with a bit of "Here let's try this" tone to his voice and look in his face. 

She didn't know what to think or say, a bewildered look on her face as if she had to guess what he had brought for her; she'd never have supposed that in a million years. She was a bit afraid pulling back a bit from him, but not to the point she'd overreact asking him whom the gag was for, to which he replied, 

"It's for you." and began to rattle off all the possible reasons this might be appropriate and or sexy. 

He then continued to tell Brooke how he was going to make her scream with a passion so loud that a gag would be definitely needed going into explicit details about what he was going to do to her; it got her so moist her panties were wet she nearly orgasmed right there on her couch.

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HOLDING UP

She was frantic from the things she had heard over the phone had struck terror into her heart. She screamed out again, 

"Nick fuckin' pick up!" 

The other end was silent. She had no idea what she needed to do. She had no idea where Nick was and if he was indeed in danger or if this was another one of his annoying pranks. She listened some more, keeping the line open, moving through her apartment, looking for a pen and paper to jot some things down. She wrote the time he called and the last time they had talked. 

She remembered the conversation clearly as it was about their relationship. She had wanted to push forth and get more serious about building a future together. He was a bit opposite in that he liked how casual they were. He wasn't seeing anyone on the side. To put a name on it and start talking about plans seemed to be out of his comprehension. He wasn't young, and neither was she, but life always seemed to take them where it wanted.

She called up the local Police department on her landline as her cell was still on the line with Nick's phone. She continued to write down some of the jargon she had heard over the phone, like "abandon ship," "10 – 4", "It's me, Lee." She circled that name, as it was the only name she could track as she listened. Once the PD picked up, she claimed she wanted to repeat a missing person hoping for the best. After a few questions, she was told that officers would be en route shortly to take her statement and a few other things.

She was driven mad at the time, thinking of all the things that could have happened. She tried to stay calm and get her mind off of the negative; the feat seemed to be beyond her focus at that time. Then there was a knock at her door. It was the police officers sent to take her statement. They came into her apartment and congregated around the kitchen corner, where she sat, her cell phone still connected to Nick's phone. The officers asked her many of the same questions the woman officer from the precinct had asked. Then they started asking about their relationship and whether there was anyone who would want to hurt Nick. Her mind had already gone through a list of suspects who could have tried to hurt him, but she told the officers there was no one she could think on. As for their relationship, it was like anyone else's. She tried to skip over the exact details, but she loved him. She was sure that if this could get him back alive is what she wanted most. 

The officers then looked at the notes she had compiled from what she heard of the conversation on the other end. They then asked about the sounds she heard and described gunfire sounds like two quick-firing fireworks, not wanting to think the sounds came from a firearm. She was holding up well; no tears had fallen, but they had welled up several times, and she would fight them back, wiping away those that rolled out onto her cheek. She feared how she'd feel once the officers left, but for now, she was holding it together to get them everything they needed. The officers figured the best way to get to the bottom of this was to ping Nick's phone and use GPS to find the exact location. Whether or not Nick would be there, they couldn't be sure, but that was the following action plan. She held her breath.

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April 1917, the Western Front. Two British soldiers are sent to deliver an urgent message to an isolated regiment. If the message is not received in time, the regiment will walk into a trap and be massacred. To get to the regiment they will need to cross through enemy territory. Time is of the essence, and the journey will be fraught with danger. Written by grantss (Courtesy of Internet Movie Database) 

1917 (2019) is directed by Sam Mendes, written by Sam Mendes & Krysty Wilson-Cairns, and produced by Brian Oliver. As a major fan of war films, it wouldn’t take much to interest me, but the trailer of 1917 proposed an intriguing premise that I knew at some point I would be watching this film.

Upon watching, I found myself easily engaged in the action due to its one-take, constantly moving camera. I felt this technique made you as the viewer feel more in the moment with the characters. I also have to say for a film during a war, it felt very reserved, meaning without all the guts and gore, but you still felt the horrors of war were all around you.

In the End: I found 1917 to be a beautifully made film that washes over you from the beginning and takes you on a relentless journey, never letting up till the end. So for this film, I give it 4 of 5 stars.

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