Fallout Review

No not another gamer review! Ha ha Fallout 4 is way outdated coming from someone who makes fun of gamers. You know me on here. I like and love films.

Mission Impossible Review. I did attempt a review at Ghost Protocol back in 2011 when I was taking more time to try to write movie reviews. I still do. Just not on here. Ha ha.

It is a Saturday morning. I am peacefully trying out new places of coffee in La Verne( My home). When I am here. I love it. I was traveling all week * like most weeks.

And here I come home. Here’s the real review from the latest of those critics:

” When Fallout begins, Ethan is on his own in Belfast, brought back into the IMF fold when he learns that his still-living nemesis Solomon Lane (Sean Harris) has influenced a group of disavowed agents known as the Apostles to try and wreak anarchy upon the world by detonating a trio of nuclear weapons. Ethan then works with his IMF cohorts along with the enigmatic MI6 agent Ilsa Faust (Rebecca Ferguson) and a mysterious CIA agent named August Walker (Henry Cavill) to stop the Apostles at all costs. The plot, as is often the case in Mission: Impossible movies, isn’t intricately detailed because it doesn’t need to be; instead, it partially functions as a clothesline on which to hang an impressive amount of jaw-dropping, relentless action sequences..”(Find this at https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/heat-vision/mission-impossible-fallout-is-dark-knight-series-1130069)

I feel like I had this thought at least a decade ago..and since then it has been developing. One man cannot change the world. One conversation with one very influential person in my life( at the moment of talking about movies). This person made a connection between the film Chinatown( 1974) and how in that film( and in that era) the one man army didn’t work. One man( J.J. Gittes) can’t change the corrupt system of Los Angeles politics…

But now films have evolved with the hero being the only hero in the midst of the complexities that follow with working with others, or in most cases, being notorious for not working with anyone. Jason Bourne and Jack Bauer being my two favorite references to one man leaving Chinatown behind and taking down the system by themselves.

Mission Impossible is one franchise that has gotten better and better with each new installment. I still like wearing my to tight muscle shirts to be Vin Diesal in Fast and Furious but nothing compares to all that these Mission Impossible films bring.

My review of this film is no review in the way you would read a breakdown…it is just to much fun and to well done not to see.

Tom-Cruise-Mission-Impossible

Are these movies closer to real life events possibly taking place? Do we feel like impossible is trite or hackneyed, just like the other words you are sick of hearing?

Ilsa shows up in Paris and says, ” You must be new.” She says this in response to August Walker’s, ” Hope is not a strategy.”

I think we don’t have to understand the dynamics of the government doing crazy things to keep us safe. We all know we don’t get it all and in other genres of this ” hero” saving the world those lines are beyond blurred because the greater good is the mission( no matter the cost).

I appreciate that we will never know for sure and that this is just a movie. But for me I have never viewed movies as always a waste of space..or a waste of time..or solely for the reason of getting my stress out. I never walk away without taking notes. It drives me crazy too because If I blogged it all you would hear a lot. I love stories.

Go see this movie..

#missionimpossiblefallout

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Memory Wars

Inspired by my last week of being 29. November 13th is coming soon to a theater near you. As a child my parent’s would ask me, “Where is that movie playing?” I would say, “in theaters everywhere.” Switchfoot songs and especially their last album Fading West has been a source of inspiration. Here’s to the memories we have..good, bad and eternal.

Remembering to often

Waiting for the coffin,

Another nail for the unseen

Hail,

Remembering those words You

Spoke way back when

That red couch was my best friend—

Anger for the stranger, anger before

The manger now I am the manager

Of my own destiny,

Now I am forgetting the nails, the side

Splitting of Your body, a doubting Thomas,

A doubting spill of the dross,

I empty the burnt things,

The new signet rings,

The sealed love of the greatest

Song to sing, one more week before

The twenties end,

One more 30 years to get it right,

To live with waste is as good as

Haste, for I cannot move forward alone—

All or nothing at all is the song I sing,

Slipping away past the memories that

Haunt me, everyone has a fractured father,

A broken mother, a lost brother, a beautiful

Sister—but is heaven really my family,

Are my enemies really actually with me?

All or nothing are these memories,

Remembering feels like a curse,

Tomorrow could be the hearse,

Tonight could be the end—I will

Never know, I will just trust today,

And live with memories that have

Shaped me

Sermon At My Church

I got to preach last month at our Sunday night service. Got to speak on Righteousness. It has been such a blessing being at New Life in Pomona. I love this place! Thank you Cody, Craig and Billy.

How to Help your Kids with Depression

My mom has helped me so much over the years be more than just a default I need your help parent but has been my rock and my friend. Just like the into the light video this is the start of a series of videos tackling depression. My mom talks about what a parent can do. Filmed where it all went down in Laguna Niguel at Salt Creek beach.

Tablet Heart

Tablet crack

Glory shack

Movable temple

Shekinah rental

Skin and bones with

Valley tones

Connected in wrath

Remembered in mercy

Plain tablet

Father cabinet

Dead president

You swirled in regret

Made a dent

Slaving for rent, town

Mountain and tent—

Thirsty summer, better

Than winter—

Heart on the table

Truth verse fable

Oral passing of God

Digressing—get up now,

To the high place

For gold is on the bottom

Carved with boredom—

Before Kingdom come was

Kingdom now without a crown—

On the edges was the man on fire—

Down to the place where lust did pace

The tablets cracked and back up at last—

Shack of shackles in this wilderness—

Freedom was the curse and I thirst for

Garlic—king Pharaoh and the sparrow hold

The same affection for the heart of misdirection—

Hardened is a mystery and little is why I worry—

Better shoes with glory clues—

100 feet a day for the feast to go away—

Filled to our nostrils is the wandering

Pentecostal—manifesting without love,

Twitching without truth, falling over just

Because—without love it’s a circumcised

Memory, the outer is perishing, the law like

A cavity, love like gravity—which weighs more?

Power or just being on the floor? The tablet is new

Now with new rules and new flesh and new songs

To sing inside what freedom brings—we don’t all

Go to the same place—but this tablet called love

Has written it upon me to stay seeking You as

You write it on me those clues of destiny

A tablet heart burning with truth, let how

One lives be the proof

Rewarder

Caffeine tower

Empty lighter

Cigarette full of empty

Something to say has always haunted me

Talker, fast walker, a use to be runner

Sunny side up on those eggs

Dark shadows like bags to carry

Roads real scary for those that want

No fear—worthy is a worthless word

Without the work of not being sure—

Effort is a slave to the peace it takes

To please You, never a yoke without

A stroke, never rest without nights of

Regret for time spent on paying rent—

Is money my curse when I don’t have

A purse to fill with empty pennies?

Questions with no answers is my cancer—

I will answer them in due time

But until then I will sacrifice

The caffeine, the sugar, the lean

And the fat and the news that You

Reward those who seek You, its in

Your hands—the rewards that You

Have

Amiss

It’s a beauty and and a beat
I am not complete,
Sister brother where are you?
I am close to you,
I wish I was here in repeat,
To press delete on all you do,
Pyramid girl, sand digging,
Smile twisting,
I am into it,
Those second looks,
Bottled water,
Bottled up are those
Secret things you still
Sing,
On a stage is the sage
You offer,
I am not with you
In reality or in your dreams,
I cannot let go but I should
For up late with this is amiss
I can’t now dismiss