Lawrence of Arabia’s mini pocket pouch.

In my cinema classics review recently, I happen to actualize a film that has close comparison in terms of story structure ‘Lawrence of Arabia’ some say the film was a psychological precondition to the Middle-East oil rich countries that Captain America is leading the way towards the mid-1900’s to present oil regulation and consumption control; in so many logical reasons being there to preserve world peace, just among the present environmental emergency, though no one can claim that the industrial giants in most well-develop countries can exist with an extra pimple on not only on their faces but their bottom too -as effect of too much grease.

Lawrence of Arabia in basic language is a film that speaks about the existence of love and its unknown fate to reprimand higher yields due to its nature of deep dry sandy convoluted with power struggle, evolved in a phantom of present repeating reality; like the sadness of Sahara Dessert, which is the location of the film can explain the very essence of dry love, deep penetration; sweet happy ending before climax at the trading floor. Nonetheless, the film has captured my sordid love for smelly kebab along with merlot wine. For the combination of both has something to do with the peace crisis happening in middle east; and the unsettled land disputes; due to sword fight of who has the biggest machinery of loins.

More common to some and the very least open to many, the media has taken its role to open the scenes and decode it to the viewing public, however in many ways than one; as a writer and filmmaker -raced by the most protective father- at times I cry in protest that security is overrated and that paranoia is simply brought by too much pre-conditioning of tasteless action movies, -alpha male let’s do it if not I will express this anger by playing counter-strike or shoot you by plastic gun, because I don’t have enough words to express my involuntary insecurity if not contented expect me to buy huge cars and fancy wheels, just to say I do have a small Winnie and my girl loves it because I beat her then shoppe her.

Reflecting on how the pretentious Alpha Males conquer the world of nothing but total and complete surrender, when the margin call of heart ache comes into recall; that the auto parts of their grease filled hearts can’t even target their sorrow, when cupid knocks them off by arrowing vis-a-vis curing the hearts of mechanical malfunctioned feelings of love. The film is just cunning and artless yet very straight forward in its prime thesis of love hurts but that is life, so buy it or die.

I am in the middle of finishing my first medium cinema film, while I wait for further epiphany, I will share my review on most classic films that captures not only my sordid imagination of pocket book, instant butterflies in the stomach; that makes me not buy viagra because we have sterilized ice-cubes. -no offense- Bare with me love is just simple so lets not pretend we have it by showing gadgets of instant gratification; like wine vintage taste better than three or five years of un-refined storage.