lundi 19 mars 2012

Where the Red Fern Grows final assignement

Where the Red Fern Grows is the story of a young determined boy, Billy. He is determined to have hunting hounds, and realised you can't just sit with your head in the clouds and wait for your dreams to come true. Instead meet God half way. In these movies and the book he has to learn not to give up and to that nothing gold can live forever.

I preferred the book more than the movie, because the movie changed and deleted lots of things that I found important. For example, the hunting competition. They changed lots of things in that like the fact that Billy won by default in the movie and in the book he actually wins! I don't like that he won by default because if he actually won it shows the other hunters that Billy really has the best hunting hounds in the Ozarks. The storm was also a big failure I found. It almost didn't even look like a real storm! In the old movie it was better there was actually rain. But in the newer movie, you would think it to be better but the is only lots of lightning and strong wind. In the book it is an actually real storm. With sleet! It seems it shows more of a challenge for Billy and his dogs and it proves once again that Billy has the best hunting hounds in the Ozarks.
    I also would have liked that they put in the dogs beauty contest. Just to show that Little Ann (one of the dogs) is also lady like and is not just a fabulous hunting hound. It would also show that she has the brains, because Billy never showed her that trick it just seemed she new what to do. How to beat the other dog and take home the beautiful silver cup.

If I had to choose one movie I would choose the old one. I think the pacing is better than the newer one. It cuts out more scenes but still has a way of showing what really happened. The Billy in the older one is also more accurate with the Billy I imagined. But usually I picture someone with no face. Unless I see a movie or something it is hard to see someone with a face. But if they have really good description I will see someone I know that has about the same description.

The newer movie goes a bit too fast for my taste. They might of managed to put more scenes inside but it seemed to me that Billy got his dogs almost effortlessly. Also the scene in town when he is drinking soda for the very first time seems pointless than other scenes they could of put instead.

Rubin's death in both movies were not really well made. The older movie got it better but Billy tripped him so it kind of made it his fault when it wasn't in the book. In the newer movie half the time you don't know what is going on and all that goes on seems wrong. Also in the newer movie Billy tells them that the coon is not there. Who would say that. That means he just lost the bet he made when he actually won it. He didn't have to kill the coon, just had to tell them it was there.


In the movies I noticed that the beginning was almost exactly the same. Same area, same way you meet Billy, even same script. I would of changed it a bit if I was the one making the new movie.

Well that is all I got to say. So I encourage you to read the book, but for the movies it's your choice. If you really want to see one of the movies go for the older one. Or watch both to compare. We never know, everybody has a different perspective. 

L'évolution des livres

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vendredi 2 mars 2012

My Memory Map Tour

The car kept driving when finally it slowed down in front of a long driveway surrounded by pine trees. A small sign at the end of the drive way read "ANTIQUES" was painted in red and white. Our car crunched along the gravel driveway and in front of us a house loomed into view. It was a beige brick house with a brown roof. The window-frames were painted blue while the doors and the garage door white. There was a cement porch by the garage and the front door and a small paved driveway in front of the garage. On the side of the house there was a big weeping willow.

But we didn't stop in front of the house like I thought we would, instead we turned to the right where the driveway continued around a small forest. We parked in front of a large white and blue, tin shop, the antique shop I guessed. Father told me to get out of the car and run around a bit, for his business with the shop owner would take a while.

I got out of the car and stretched my legs. I shot a look around and realised there was a smaller building just beside the shop. This one was made out of wood but it was still white and it had a black roof. There was a brown wooden porch in front of this smaller building too.

A young boy of about my age came out of the shop with the shop owner and came my way. He asked if I wanted to have a look around because he wouldn't mine showing me. I wispered a silent yes. The boy showed me to the back of the house. There was a treehouse a sandbox and two swing sets there. One of the swing sets looked like it was made for little kids for the swings were low to the ground and a small blue slide ran beside it. The tree house had a long yellow slide attached to it, had a yellow wheel at the top a small fake kitchen at the bottom and monkey bars behind it. The boy told me it was fun to play pirates inside. The sandbox was full of toys. Some for sand and others regular house toys like figurines and cars. The other swing set was made of steel and painted blue. The swings looked strong and everybody could use it.

Behind the structure there was a very big garden with nothing in it. But I wasn't surprised because it was the beginnig of fall and they must have finished harvesting it. The boy brought me to a grove of pine trees where a fire pit was it the middle. Dried wood was piled in the woods behind. You could hardly see it, though.

He then brought me to a shed where he said his cats and his rabbit lived. On the right side of the shed there was a big choke-cherry tree and on the left a pen where his dog lived.

I than heard Father screaming my name. I thanked the boy and ran to Father. I decided I wouldn't mine living in the country. It was fun.