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One Word Can Stop Your Channel Surfing...

".......Shawshank......"

On the trip with Mark we struck up a conversation about movies. We both agreed that there are some movies that you watch when surfing without fail. Shawshank Redemption is an absolute must stop-channel-surfing-and-watch-till-the-end movie. Because of that conversation I pulled my copy and watched it last week. It gets better every time I watch it. "Or am I being too...obtuse?"
"I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free."


"Get busy living, or get busy dying. That's goddamn right. For the second time in my life I'm guilty of committing a crime: Parole Violation. 'Course I doubt they'll toss up any road blocks for that, not for an old crook like me. I find I'm so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I imagine it's the excitement only a free man can feel. A free man at the start of a long journey, whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border... I hope to see my friend and shake his hand... I hope the pacific is a blue as it has been in my dreams... I hope..."


Rent it again when you have 2 1/2 hours. It is a great film of friendship, courage, determination and.........hope.

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