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Movie Review: The Adjustment Bureau

    Hey, movie lovers. My wife and I went to see the new movie entitled The Adjustment Bureau. It is a love story combined with a sci-fi twist. It is derived from a novel by the noted author, Phillip K. Dick.
     Matt Damon is in the lead role and does an awesome job as David Norris, a congressman who is running for a Senate seat in New York. He meets a lady named Elise, a ballet dancer who is played by the devastating Emily Blunt. Love her accent. David and Elise fall in love almost at once. The bad news is that there are forces at work which do not approve of their love. These forces bring a supernatural element into the love story.
    The sci-fi part of the movie is a bit silly. There are these guys that wear really stupid hats which have been manipulating the planet's affairs for centuries. Their intentions are benign but the results are often cruel. Sounds like parents, right? They have plans for David to be the President of the United States and they can't abide a curvy young lady distracting their unwitting protege from 'the plan'. So the two lovers face tremendous opposition to their love from some of the master manipulators of all time.
    The rather silly sci-fi part of the flick is wonderfully saved by a terrific romance. The movie struck a chord with me, and judging from the sniffles, from many in the crowd at the theater. It is unfortunate when parents and friends try to control a person's love life and try to make the most important life choices for them. It smells a bit like a God complex when you have the desire to pick someone's mate. How many folks down through history have had their lives ruined by such people. My wife and I faced such issues during our dating relationship. Perhaps for this reason, the movie hit deeply with me. There are arch plotters that are not from another planet. They masquerade as relatives and friends. Furthermore, having been denied happiness themselves, they cannot abide to see love or happiness or passion. They don't wear stupid hats, either.
    The bottom line is don't let anyone pick your nose, your friends, your life goals or work and certainly not the love of your life. If you allow this you have so little character that your life will be a pale shadow of what it could have been.
     This movie is probably 4 stars out of 4, if you can overlook the science fiction part and come away with the essence of the story.  That essence is the fire shut up in your bones when you are in love. If you are going to a show tonight take your girl to see it.
    From the green retreat, I'm CE Wills.

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