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Bringing Down the House (2003)
IMDB rating: 5.50
Plot: Peter Sanderson is a divorced, straight-laced, uptight attorney who still loves his ex-wife and can’t figure out what he did wrong to make her leave him. However, Peter’s trying to move on, and he’s smitten with a brainy, bombshell barrister he’s been chatting with online. However, when she comes to his house for their first face-to-face, she isn’t refined, isn’t Ivy League, and isn’t even a lawyer. Instead, it’s Charlene, a prison escapee who’s proclaiming her innocence and wants Peter to help her clear her name. But Peter wants nothing to do with her, prompting the loud and shocking Charlene to turn Peter’s perfectly ordered life upside down, jeopardizing his effort to get back with his wife and woo a billion dollar client.
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Directors: Shankman Adam
Actors: Martin Steve,Levy Eugene,Jones Angus T.,Rosenbaum Michael,Harris Steve,Haynie Jim,James Aengus,Burks Jernard,Miller Bronzell,Comedy,
Please read this story I wrote. The title might not make sense, I'm not finished though.?
Full by Suzy ******
ONE
All I can remember is lights. They felt hot on my skin. The lights twinkled above my head, thousands of them. So many lights I could not count. Maybe I didn’t see the lights, though. Maybe I felt them. My eyes could’ve been closed and I could have simply felt the lights on my skin. It burned almost. In my head I was screaming, but in reality I was just there. Perfectly still.
I felt other things around me. Things hovering over me. I heard them talk. I understood what they said, but I couldn’t respond. I felt the shadows on me. They were just some human beings standing over me, a delirious girl. They must’ve been really sick people. I felt these sick human beings touch my skin. One stroked my cheek with the back of its hand. It felt nice, cooler than the lights above me.
Then I began to think more. Maybe they weren’t human. Maybe they were some sort of strange species. They could be monsters. They could be ghosts.
Maybe they were unknown.
TWO
I woke up and walked down stairs. I found my mom drinking coffee and watching the News Channel. I smiled and stretched my arms. I walked towards my mom and plopped on the couch next to her.
"You know I’m moving tomorrow, right?" I asked her. I looked at her brown hair and blue eyes.
Her pink lips curled into a smile. "Shut up about your moving so I can forget about it. I am already stressed out enough. Why are you leaving, Sweetie? What did I do to you?" Mom seemed mad. Her eyebrows furrowed and her smile turned upside down.
"Mom, I want to move to Oklahoma to be with Dad. I’ve lived with you since I was six," I yawned.
"Why would you want to move from Orlando to a hick state? Huh?" she said. She grabbed her coffee and started sipping it.
I have to admit, I was really offended when she said Oklahoma was a hick state. It wasn’t. It was far from it.
"I have to do this, I’m so sorry. I’ll live with the stupid red necks and you can live here with the beach and Tony," I said.
Tony was Rachel, my mom’s, boyfriend. He was tall and muscular with giant hands and a shaved head. He was six feet tall and weighed one hundred and seventy pounds, like he mentioned all the time.
I didn’t like Tony. He reminded me of body builders. At the same time, he made my mom happy and I couldn’t stop my mom’s beoved happiness, now could I?
"You need to straighten up your attitude!" Mom raised her voice.
"Why? I’m moving tomorrow and you’ll never see me unless I decide to visit, which I wont."
"I’ll come down there any time, any day, that I want to and you can’t do a thing about it! I’m your mother!"
"And John is my father!"
"So is Tony."
"No, Mom. Tony is my stupid, new step father who I didn’t eve know about until a week before your wedding. John, he is my father. And I need him."
I left the room. The truth was, John didn’t need me anymore than I needed a pack of gum. He just loved me, he liked to have me around. It seemed like no one around here did, though. I just got in fights with my mom and barely spoke to Tony. I just frowned or got quiet when I saw him.
It happened like this, I was very different than other teenagers at my high school. I was new, a Freshman, but I would be a sixteen year old Sophomore in three weeks at Moore High School. And I liked to think that way. All the teenagers kind of looked past me like I was s ghost in their life. I wasn’t a nerd, or a freak. I just didn’t have the best tan and the newest clothes. All I wanted was to start over.
So here I go. I’m starting over. It’s all so new but that doesn’t really matter, does it?
"Hurry up!" My mom shouted. She was mad at me, furious at me. She wouldn’t look at me when I walked out of the car and into the air port. She followed me inside, though. Out of nowhere, she hugged me good bye then started to cry. I thought she wouldn’t hug me, though.
"Why are you doing this to me? I can come visit, right?"
"Yeah, come visit."
"Be good," Tony chimed in.
I didn’t answer Tony just because of the mere fact that he didn’t know anything about me. He probaby didn’t know my birthday, my middle name, or even my favorite color.
"Bye, Mom. Oh, and bye, Tony."
"Bye, I love you!" Mom cried.
"I love you, too," I said. I would call her when I got to Dad’s house. I had to, or she’d show up and slap me silly.
Six hours later, I arrived in the Oklahoma City air port. My dad had picked me up and brought me to his home. When we were driving through Moore, I saw maybe twety thousand trees. He lived on five acres of himself. It was all like him. There were fourteen trees in the front yard, I couldn
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