I have never seen Sin City so I can not judge it. From what I have read , I agree that David Walsh is right. Directors use gore and torture to attract people. However, sometimes it is taken to an extreme. For example in Sin City, David said that Marv shot a guy in the chest and in the crotch. You don't have to shoot a guy twice. Marv thought “When I find out who did it, it won’t be quick or quiet like it was with you. No, it’ll be loud and nasty, my kind of kill. I’ll stare the bastard in the face and laugh as he screams to God and I’ll laugh harder when he whimpers like a baby.” After reading that I became terrified. Why does everyone in the world like to take revenge. It's not healthy. What Marv thought is really twisted and corrupted. Also the directors said," ..This is human nature. Brutish and cruel." Human nature is not just that. Yes I admit that we can be cruel, even brutish maybe but we also have a caring and nice side as well.

Movies have changed over the years. Back in the 1900's we used to watch movies with great plot and with barely any killing. There were barely any scary movies too until the late 1900's. Now most of the movies in theaters are r-rated that contain violence, horror etc. What has happened to movies about human life situations? Yes I admit that one of the reasons that I like going to the movies is that anything can happen. However I don't want to go see people's limbs being torn out of their body and being fed to the dogs. Whoever really likes seeing those kind of movies have some kind of mental problem. I like to see only a little bit of blood and plenty of action but today's movies are just too extreme for my liking. Also they follow the stereotypes for heros and women and the plot is usually horrible. It's like the directors are thinking," How much gore can we put into this movue?" David mentioned Christianity in this article and about how we can watch it and realize that we are living in a sin city. However, there are other ways to realize that we are living in a sin city and that we can only be saved by his health. We can watch the news and see what is going on the world. Most the news today talk about murders and drugs. Isn't that enough proof that we are living in a sin city? Also the news talk about celebrities going to rehab and ending up in jail. You don't need to watch Sin City to realize that we are living in a bad world.

The first impression I had of the Everglades was tranquility. It was night and the sky was ebony with stars twinkling like Christmas lights. I could see the constellations as Mr. Parrish pointed them out to our club. One of my favorites that he pointed out was the Ursa Major, the magnificient bear that ruled the night sky. As I looked up at the Seven Sisters, another constellation that looked back down on me. It made me feel small. At the moment I knew how ants feel.

Students were milling around, whispering to one another like best friends spilling out their secrets. They would point out things to each other and shine the flashlights out in the swampy marsh like candles shining their light. Mr. Parrish and Mrs. Owen constantly had to shush us like we were young children. "You're going to scare Mother Nature away," Mr. Parrish scolded. "You're like kids sprinting towards the ice cream truck on a hot summer day."

The scent of the marsh crawled up my nose and Id realized that it would be a scent I would never forget. It was so different from the suburban air I was used to but I embraced the change. It made me feel more alive as love makes elders feel younger. Somehow I knew I had never smelled something so wonderful before. I wished my friends back home could smell it too.

Even though my impression of the Everglades is tranquility, there was a sense of eeriness as well. As my friend, TJ, and I peered over the bridge, we looked down at the murky water. Red eyes soon appeared, piercing our gazes. Somewhere in the distance, a bired called out, making TJ and I shiver. "Those red eyes are gators,"Mr. Parrish whispered in our ears. "When they are antagonized, they hiss and that's when you know you need to run as fast as a cheetah chasing after its prey. Hopefully we won't hear that sound tonight." Mr. Parrish rasped before walking away. TJ and I stared right into the hypnotic eyes of the alligator and it hissed like an angry cat. We left the bridge and quickly headed toward the front of the group like mice needing protection from the owl.

The group walked slowly, listening to the tour guide rant on and on about all the animals in the Everglades. I thought he would never stop talking. I liked it much better when it was just me and TJ. All you could hear was the crocodiles and alligators swimming and hissing, the birds singing its eerie song and our breathing. Now the whole scene was destroyed by the asinine tour guide. As we neared the exit, a light shone out to us, coaxing us to go back onto the bus and take a good night's rest.