Notting Hill Movie Response
The movie was really sweet. Had I watched it back in 1999, I wouldn’t have understood it. I felt like I was Hugh Grant throughout the whole movie; nice, played and fooled. Most importantly, patient and a one-of-a-kind loyalty commitment, where you continue your life, but that one person was always on your mind, no matter who you talked to or how many people you met. It’s almost like your heart was saved for them, oh wait, it is. I mean, have you met someone and even though there wasn’t an instant communication or connection, you just kind of secretly told yourself that person was the one? One sided, unfortunately.
It was a sweet movie and all. I really like how their eyes sparkle, metaphorically. But it was not fair :( Hugh Grant was a simple bookstore owner. Julia Roberts was a famous celebrity. The movie begins with her walking into his shop. He’s shocked, even offered her a free book when she paid for her books. Meanwhile, he didn’t let an earlier customer sneak away with one. Then she left the store. He left to get orange juice, and bumped into her with the juice. This caused him to feel bad and invited her to his house, which was nearby, to wash herself and change. She went to his house, changed, and did something really bad to him before she left. She kissed him and not only was he starstruck, he fell in love! I felt his butterflies, is this real life? It was supposed to be an accident, but she called him the day after to tell him where she was. But for what? What does she want to do? Why is she doing this to him? Why is she hurting him??? He went to the place she was at and pretended to be an interviewer to gain access to talk to her. After the interview, she tells him that she pretty much cancelled all her plans for the night. Of course, he took the opportunity immediately to hang out with her. Oh gosh, he was such a sweet gentleman :D. oh, my heart. She was his date for his sister’s birthday. She fit in with everyone fine.
Party was over and he walked her back to her hotel. Got to the front of the hotel, she invites him in; not only once, but twice!!!! Gosh girl, quit leading him on, you’re breaking my heart. She headed to her room first while he waited five minutes. When time was up, he headed upstairs to see her. She opened the door halfway and tells him, “I can’t talk right now.” He was so confused, but tried to understand. She finally confessed that her boyfriend from America flew in. :OOOO His heart dropped, so did mine. The boyfriend mistaken Hugh for a bell boy and ordered room service. All Julia did was apologized, Ooops. Sorry dude. Really?! So he continued with his life; it was too good to be true anyway. He tried talking to other girls, but only she had his heart, so he didn’t commit to anyone.
One day, she finally came back. She ran away from the press and paparazzi and needed a place to hide. Hugh was the best candidate to get the job done. She spent time with him, even made him fall for her again, but it’s not again for Hugh’s case because it was always her. He treats her really nice, catered to her, helped her with her lines, cooked, and made her laugh. The next day, the paparazzi showed up at his apartment. Instead of appreciating Hugh’s hideaway, she accused Hugh’s roommate of selling information of her whereabouts. She got mad and furious, she left. But right before this fast incident happened that morning, she was was very happy. She even had the audacity to ask him if she could stay longer. He responded the sweetest thing, “Stay forever.” AHHH TT_________TT Anyway, paparazzi came, she got mad and left. Meanwhile, Hugh was calmed the whole time; he told her not to worry. But she was too worried about what the press would write, so she called her PR agent and left immediately. Hugh was heartbroken, again. Seriously? AGAIN. AGAIN!!! Like the first time, he didn’t really move on. He found things to occupy himself, but he never really moved on. Life continued.
Finally, when he met her for the third time, he saw her true colors. When asked who he was when he showed up at her movie set, Julia dismissed him as a nobody. He was so hurt, again. He left the scene and made the decision to throw her out of his life for good. The following day, she showed up at his bookstore with a special delivery for him. Before she left back to America, she asked him for one last thing, “...See if you can like me, again?”v Oh gosh, screw you Julia! How dare you?! You screwed Hugh and you left him, twice! Stop hurting the man!
:D Watch to find out how Hugh responded.
Alan Moore — 'People shouldn't be afraid of their government. Governments should be afraid of their people.'
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My week started out with bad customer service to my dad on Monday. He called a service for him and asked for a Hmong interpreter. The representative had the audacity (must be my new favorite word) to respond, "Sir, you need a Chinese interpreter?" My dad clearly said Hmong, and she acted like she has never heard of the word. To make things even worse, their phone system offers an operator number that should take you to a Hmong interpreter, "Press the #4 for Hmong." Yet, my dad got redirected to a non-Hmong speaker that made this process even more complicated. After speaking to that same lady who got an interpreter, I talked to her supervisor. I demanded that the supervisor go back and listen to the conversation, to hear why my dad ever mentioned the word Chinese by accident or not. And if he did, I would like a copy myself to help my dad with his communication. a;dlfja;dfjajlflj!!!! smhhhhhh!!!! Not happy. This is the kind of things that angers me; not your usual, my boyfriend hasn't called me for 2 hours. That's insecure problems and I am passed that. I have bigger concerns for the world, like the 
