The Road: The Movie

Reading and discussing the book The Road really opened up my mind and got me thinking deeper than normal. With the video game project, I started to realize how good of a movie this would be. When we were making the plot for the video game, I began to think about how similar it was to many other games out there. I think that a movie version of The Road would be very creepy and sad, but would be a very good movie for those who don’t have a faint heart. I think that the movie could be very successful, and be a stunning image of what the world will be like if humans keep beating on the planet. Movies like that do very well in the box office, such as I am Legend, and it would open up the minds of millions more people, just like it opened mine. With great cinematography like I am Legend, The Road could be a wonderful movie. I would definitely go see it if it came out in theatres. The book already opened many people’s minds and got them thinking, but if done right, a movie could double or triple the audience in a clearer way, leaving an effect on the viewers.

The Road

Reading the Road really brings up some vivid images in my head, but the most recent pages of reading involved the man and the boy finding the house, and we already discussed today in class of what happens there. Reading this part immediately brought into my head the old abandoned house that used to be in the corner of my neighborhood. A couple of summers ago, I went with a friend to check out the old, weird looking house, because another friend lived next door and said that the old woman who used to live in there was very weird and left the house abandoned. So, feeling adventurous, we crept through the alley and into the foot-high weeds and grass of a backyard. We first went into the garage, which was just empty. Then we looked through the windows of the house and something about it was just creepy. I don’t know if it was the torn up carpet or the old wood balcony overlooking the backyard, but something about it just demanded that it needed to be explored. We tried the side door, but it was locked. We were just about to leave, when I tried opening the window on the side. The people that had locked this house up had forgotten this. We stumbled inside and the feeling immediately went from hot and dry to sticky and damp. There was a weird moldy smell everywhere, but it looked like a normal house. After exploring the cool upstairs, there was only one place we missed. The door in the corner, leading to the basement. I never went down there until I cane back with a group of 5 or 6, several months later. We were just having fun, pretending to scare each other, but then we decided to go downstairs. We tried opening the door, but it was a little jammed in. This is where the book starts reminding me of my time there. I shoved the door open and immediately came a whoosh of damp, cool, soggy air and the sight of an old, black set of stairs. We obviously didn’t see the naked half eaten humans, but we crept downstairs, scared, and looked around. Everything was dark and creepy, and the walls covered in sheets of metal, with what looked like knife marks in them. We huddled together, looking around with our imaginations racing. Someone then bolted upstairs, and without thinking everyone else did. Now, when I read that part of The Road, I can sort of see myself, scared, push open that door to the basement. Obviously this is not at all as extreme as the book, but I believe I have a good connection to think about when I am thinking about that part in the book.

P.S. That house was eventually torn down into a really nice big house, and the events that happened there are now just memories.

The last person on Earth

If I were the last person on Earth, after some sort of apocalypse, I would no doubt be living a weird life from that day on. I would sometimes like being alone, nothing is anyone else’s but yours any more, and you can eat everything in your house. It would get weird, though, when you eat all the food, or use all of the heat. What now? I would start to get depressed then, because I would not know what to do. I really haven’t had to do much for myself now that I think about it, but I think I could adapt. I would probably just break into Jerry’s across the street and take as much as I could fit in the car. I also would not like it very much, that things like money have no worth any more. Saving up for your entire life just for this? I would probably be mad at that. After some period of time though, I would probably get very lonely and go insane, and I would probably drive somewhere with the gas left in my mom or dads old car. When I ran out of gas, I would probably just sit there and think, why was I the only one that survived? I would wonder if there were any other people out there like me, and I would just try to live another day to find them and figure out what went wrong the day of the apocalypse.