Once upon a time there was a woman who lived in the suburbs of a city. She worked hard all week and so jealously guarded her free time. She enjoyed doing many things but once of her favourite things was watching a good film, preferably with a glass of wine or something chocolately. One weekend she watched two films. The first film was something she wasn't expecting to enjoy, while the second film seemed to be just right.
The first film was 'Letters From Iwo Jima' and although it was not a happy film, she thoroughly enjoyed it. It had wonderful directing and was beautifully shot. The story was touching and yet never resorted to cheap emotional tugging of heart strings. It simply seemed to tell the story of the men who fought on that island. It exceeded her expectations.
The second film was 'Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull'. This film had a great action pedigree and although Harrison Ford was as fantastic as ever she was thoroughly disappointed by it. It seemed to rely far too much on Green screen and CGI effects at the expense of the story, which was so far fetched that she simply wasn't buying it.
Isn't it funny how life hardly ever turns out the way you thought it would?