A Series of Unfortunate Events TV Show by Netflix Review

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If you know the story line then ignore this next couple of sentences but if you don’t carry on reading. Basically the story follows three young intelligent children whose parents have perished in a fire that destroyed their entire home. They bounce from relative to not really relatives trying to escape an evil man called Count Olaf who is after their massive fortune.

The books are actually for children which is odd considering how messed up the story line actually is, I mean *SPOILER* Count Olaf tries to marry one of the children who is only fourteen!  Anyway as someone who has read the books I was sort of disappointed with the series itself. I loved Neil Patrick Harris as Count Olaf, he portrays him perfectly in my eyes but they made it funny. I know that the story is so ridiculous that it should be funny but the books aren’t funny.

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Even though the narrator constantly tells you to stop reading which is supposed to sound serious but comes off as a joke clearly, it is a serious book. There are awful things that happen like murder, kidnapping, fraud and fires. I feel like the added sense of humor almost ruined it, I have to admit the humorous parts were funny but it make me like the movie more and the movie version isn’t even that good. Due to the funny bits there is no emotion coming from the story, you don’t feel the sadness of the children who have just lost their parents or the dread of what is going to happen to them next.

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The Violet, Klaus and Sunny casting was okay, I like that they actually cast children (Malina Weissman (13) and Louis Hynes (15) that were of similar age to the children in the books. In the movie both Klaus and Violet looked too old for their parts of being 12 and 14. However there is just something not right about them playing the parts they don’t seem as clever or witty as the children in the books. Oh and don’t get me started on their outfits, (Violet would never wear bright pink.)

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I however liked how accurate the plot for example *SPOILER* they added the scene from the third book when they went to the clown restaurant and ate the peppermints. I appreciated this so much because I hadn’t read the books in ages and it brought back so many good memories.

Overall even with the faults I can’t say I won’t continue to watch it because I want to carry on seeing my favourite books on screen. I just want for the TV series the only good part of the film version which was the emotion. The scene at the end of it where they find a letter from their parents (I know it’s not in the book) and you want to cry because of the beautiful music (The Letter That Never Came – Thomas Newman). Without it, the books doesn’t come to life because you don’t feel what the narrator feels which is sadness for the children. They both are almost a separate from each other.

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Dear my Depression,

 

Dear my depression,

You’re in my head constantly, you tell me I am not good enough and that I am worthless, that no one likes me. That people are trying to avoid me or find me annoying. You’re like a black cloud hovering over my head, even when something is making me happy, you poke holes in it and make me feel down.

Sometimes you make me cry uncontrollably to the point, where I struggle to stop and when I do within seconds I am crying again. You make it hard for me to get to sleep, you make it hard to leave my bedroom, you make me want to stay even though I know deep down I need human contact to bring me even just a little bit out of the darkness.

You are the reason I listen to sad songs and watch sad movies, you are the reason I struggle to keep friends because in the end I lie to them constantly about everything because I think it will make everything better. You are the reason I can’t get along with anyone because I mess it up.

When you leave, it’s like I can breathe again, I can get on with life and actually smile. I can get through the days without even a hint of sadness. I don’t sit in my bed or chair constantly thinking of everyone else around me having fun and leaving me out. I am satisfied with life and don’t have to constantly need something to look forward to because I am happy.

Instead of thinking about the beauty in life, all I see is the grotesque parts. I see the worst in everyone; I constantly think they hate me. I don’t trust what they are saying to me and think that they just want to hurt me. You make me think about the different ways I could commit suicide without even trying. I want to be free and at this current time, that way seems the only way out.

At the moment, you haven’t left for 4 weeks and that’s the longest time I have ever had to deal with you in the past 2 years. It’s getting so difficult to hold on, I feel like each time I am getting deeper and deeper into the water and soon I will be smothered in it.

I know these feelings aren’t real; it’s just a chemical imbalance in my brain that’s making me think all these things.  They seem so real though. I still believe that I am wrong, that I should not exist, I am not worth existing. I am the weak link in a chain. I feel like the sickness in this world that everybody wants rid of.

I wish I could be normal, I wish that I didn’t have to feel this way.  I don’t want medication, I don’t want a diagnosis. It will become too real otherwise. I don’t want my family to think I am weak; I want them to believe I am normal and can do anything. I don’t want them to worry.

You depression, you take this away from me. You take my future from me, you take my past.  You are my present. I hope soon I will  get the help I need and you will be gone, I can’t wait. It’s the only hope I have.

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I have seen people write these and I wrote this a while back but never had the guts to post it. As you can tell, I am still here now even though I know how awful I felt. For anyone who feels this way now, you will come out of it and it will get better but I know at this time it seems impossible because that’s how I felt when I wrote this.

I have started a blog in the hope that this helps anyone who doesn’t understand depression and how it feels. I think it’s a very serious  mental illness that many people underestimate. Some people think we are being silly or exaggerating which is why I can see why a lot of people don’t want to admit that they are feeling this way. I am one of those people, I hate to say it but I struggle to talk to anyone about it because I feel like they would not believe me. I know that people like me are good at hiding depression, we fake smile around others and say we are ‘fine’ but we aren’t. I hope with this letter/ post I can start to help myself also by getting myself to be brave and tell the truth.

The Fire Within Part 1

The Fire Within Part 1

 

After class I realised I was bursting for a pee so I headed down the dark corridors to the toilets. I had used this bathroom many times before but this time when I pushed open the swinging door the room felt different. My senses seemed heightened, the hairs on my hairs were sticking up and I could hear every sound.  The familiarity of the room was gone, I felt like I was now in a strange place which didn’t feel safe anymore. As I walked past the cracked mirrors that hung above the dripping taps, I looked at my reflection in one of them and but it was split in half. The mirror was now cracked right down the middle; the crack was so perfectly straight that it could have been cut.  I studied it for a moment realising it hadn’t been like that before. My eyebrows wrinkled up in confusion, my eyes squinting as I thought of what could have done such a thing. Suddenly feeling the urge to pee again, I headed to the stall that was at the end of the sinks and closed the rusty door, it clattered with a bang. I pushed the lock as hard as I could because I knew from experience that the locks were stiff as hell and no way did I want someone bursting in on me mid pee. I had just sat down on the loo when I heard a movement getting closer and closer. I froze, holding my breath in as the sound of shuffling reached the front of the stall, there was a large shadow underneath. Suddenly the door ripped off and I stared into the eyes of a huge stranger, he or she had the angriest eyes I had ever seen. Suddenly instead of feeling scared like a normal person, I felt this surge of anger run through me like fire. Suddenly the fire I felt inside seemed to leap from my body and fall upon this angry person. The angry eyes turned to frightened eyes within seconds and they stumbled backwards screaming. I pulled up my clothes and raced from the room still needing to pee desperately.