Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Movies that match reality...

Caught the new Adam Sandler flick Funny People…old comedian meets new generation, opening with a doctor shattering the punch line by telling one of the nations best known comics he’s got an incurable disease to which he doesn’t want released to the public so he hires Seth Rogen to keep his stage appearance on track by writing jokes that make people laugh.



Interesting concept…during an age of faceless Facebooks and not enough characters available to map out true Arroe styled emotional adventures on Twitter, are we earmarked to slide into an uncontrollable relationship with purchased friendships?



Wow! This could be a new inventive way to put America back to work!



“Hello I’m Willie Bosfingerstattle and your mama hired me to get you through this flubby dumpy hippity hop hop shim bop til you drop moment…”



Rogen sacrifices his personal life at $15 hundred a week to make sure Sandler has someone to talk to and create with day and night, eventually landing him in a heartless situation of destroying an innocent family to guarantee his boss a hand to hold within the limits of true love.



If you were hired to be someone’s friend and or creative partner…would you set limits? For six G’s a month, how far are you willing to push your individual beliefs aside to guarantee your employer total success?



Sandler’s adoption ends up crashing forcing theater goers to rethink the realms of their reality…although most of us can’t fork out fifteen smacks of cash a week for proper support without feedback we do use crazy issues to haul in a load of give me some love. Suddenly you’re left with what author Julia Cameron calls the Wet Blanket syndrome…what seems far out, cool and incredible for both parties leads each unguarded trail toward an addiction called co-dependency—the fear of being alone.



Easily injured and often times when you innocently don’t expect it, the idea of sharing true support suddenly becomes dead weight causing more damage to the situation than the original condition.



Although the film doesn’t spell it out, Sandler’s bachelor life tackles the subject of love, was his relationship with Leslie Mann just like that of Seth Rogen…had he purchased the girl in his life and once over challenged he escaped the game plan but doing what most bosses are inbred to perform…keep accepting resumes.



Are you surrounded by true love from family and friends or are you the big buyer?



The clubs and circles you belong to…are the relationships you spend hours embracing the end result of a Bank of America check that’s never bounced? Until my most recent sickness, I absolutely felt this way about the school of martial arts I attend. It took a strange twist of fate to open my eyes and heart which will serve as an incredibly strong foundation to continue building an object called real versus fake.



Seth Rogen assumed he was hired by Sandler because he wrote incredible jokes. A few pages into the script he learned of the incurable sickness and what it would personally cost to keep his job. To continue gaining access to the top dollar amount he was forced to break free of those who stood with him during the struggles while taking on a life and style fed by rivers of well exposed Hollywood fame. Until the day the elements that make up fantasy took on a new face.



Feel like this is your mess? Put yourself through the test. Don’t give expecting to receive and don’t receive expecting to give. Mel Gibson proved his passion for the people in Brave Heart by strongly leading them into areas that required something money can’t buy.



America is currently resting within the shadows of vulnerability…it’s completely natural to feel wanted while doing everything to prove your worth by delivering value. Those friendships that whick wack-ity whack whacked out for no apparent reason might not have sustained the pressure of everyday because somewhere along the way like all things we purchase at Wal-Mart…it breaks.



If you have receipts in your pocket in whose name do they belong? If you can no longer read the numbers on the paper...call up that past friend and softly say, "Can we do it again? Except this time, lets be true friends."



arroecollins@clearchannel.com

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