I was at lunch with my mother and we were discussing current events. We had placed our order about five minutes earlier. Just as we were beginning to become irritated our drinks were brought to us. My mother ordered a soda pop, where as I had ordered an iced tea. My tea was served with a slice of bitter lemon. After drinks, we had a wonderful lunch.
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The clouds stretched across the sky and they looked so fake yet somehow they were real. That day, I wasn't feeling anything in particular perhaps, I was having mood swings. The darkness tends to cause some sort of sadness within myself and today there was no sun. No sun, just clouds that stretched all the way to China and back. They made me feel like a little person but I remembered that, <em>it's a small world</em>. Nobody was thinking of me at that moment yet I wasn't thinking about anyone either. I felt common, not rare, just common. It seemed that nothing I could do would ever make a change in this world we call home. A song was replaying in my head the lyrics waning in crescendo, "Roses are red, violets are blue, my heart is dead, i'm such a fool." What more could I need to feel so lost within my thoughts than being alone with them. I looked up at the roof which extended far, almost too far reminding me of why I chose to live in a mansion. Well, actually I'm not sure why I chose to live in a mansion by myself. As I thought to myself, I only conjured sad thoughts. I felt like crying but only then I would be feeling bad for myself. <em>Rich people aren't supposed to be sad? Not like this aren't they? </em>I wanted to believe that, be like them, everybody else but it was something that I couldn't be. Rich was just a word but It can't describe how I felt. It just described who I was in an aspect of wealth. All alone, I sat in my chair rocking back and forth looking through the isolated and strangely large circular window. Clouds among clouds among more clouds stretching a seemingly endless route. I wish I was up there so I could feel the weightlessness that I so longlessly dreamed about. The weightlessness that brought no sadness, stress, or struggles. Down here I was merely a weight on the world, being of no use to anyone or anything, maybe even a diamond in the rough but if my uniqueness showed then maybe I would actually have potential. Still, that sounded very unlikely. I couldn't honor my myself but the weightlessness of the clouds could. Above those clouds only then would I see the sun once again. How happy would I be? Eternally happy. Only the clouds could make me happy because they looked so fake yet they were real<em> just like myself. </em>
What sets apart the short film from the story is the director's choice of details. The setting seemed to be made as normal as possible, a simple small town in America. He added foreshadowing by doing a close up of Tess Hutchinson's nervous, smiling face and the closeup of rocks in the boy's pocket. He had the benefit of using pauses to increase suspense, and the actress was free to express Tess's outrage at the lottery. The overall visual of the movie is more detailed because we see the expressions of seriousness and unease in each face.
There are plenty of similarities between the story and video as well. They are both heavily suspenseful, the atmosphere appears to be dark, like something doesn't feel right. The moment were the boys are gathering rocks, in both works it was a sign they were up to no good, but the audience was not aware why until the story progressed. Both were true to the simplistic lifestyle of the townspeople, and how casually they carried out this morbid tradition for agricultural purposes.
In conclusion, they both successful covered the themes of the story regarding mob psychology, following traditions blindly, scapegoating, and the reliance chance-based games.
