To kill a mocking bird is a movie created that portrays characters and events that occur in the book by Harper Lee. The story is set in the depression era in Alabama. The main characters are scout, her brother and their father Atticus.
No matter how good a film is made, it just doesn’t have the same feel as the book. But in this case, the producer has given proper respect and love to depict the childhood of scout and the court case.
Essentially, the movie does portray all the relevant themes that are prominent in the book and presents them in excellent scripts and true-to-the-book scenes. Unfortunately this movie has a lack of visual effects, a tiny amount of settings and a heavy handed dialogue. Even though this movie is lacking in cinematographic aspects, we still understand the story. Movies like this rally for more current political causes so the visual effects isn’t such a big thing so long as the acting is strong. The strength of the issues relayed in these classics don’t lose their appeal.
The story is told from scouts point of view (just like the book) and depicts her fathers struggle for justice in a small, racist community. Atticus tries his best to put the wrong, right and takes the impossible case with quiet fervor so he doesn’t lose his friends, dignity, self respect and his childrens safety.
The movie also shows events from scouts every day life. That is, going to school, getting into fights and playing daring games with her friends. It cleverly portrays Scout’s tomboyish ways and how she reacts ( along with many other characters) after the court case.
This story has two major strands, the most important one is about Atticus and the things he does to bring up justice. In this case it is defending a black man on a charge of raping a white woman. The second strand but equally as important is the journey of scout through childhood to adulthood. With the growing curiosity for a neighbor named Boo as the main symbol.
During the time when this film was made, the US was having major debates over the rights of negroes. And this film portrays events that may have similar true stories in real life. For those who watched the film when it came out, they would have changed their views about negroes and how they had been treated in Americas history. This movie has important significance in the US.
To kill a mockingbird is designed for all to see but is mainly targeted to younger children. It is not just a good film about children but a good serious film for children. This is not to say that adults cannot watch it, I personally recommend it to adults for it is important to think about what Negroes in the past have been put through and how many attempts to improve it have miserably failed.
To kill a mockingbird is an old film but it can still entertain as it preaches its messages. It is worth it for those who can bare to sit through a two-hour long chatty movie. Though not all aspects of the film are true to the book, it still gives us the main message which the book gives us about racial equality.

This is the greatest soccer team in the greek soccer leage second division

It was many years ago. I remember, the days I used to run around having fun and causing trouble with my friends. Me and my cousins Idas and Heraklitos would go around with our friend Daniel doing all kinds of funny things. We’d light fireworks, catch animals and steal the nice bread rolls from the church hall where they held functions. Sometimes though wed get caught by Mr. Gianni, the hall supervisor but all he did was tell us of. I remember this day in particular because it reminds me of how important our childhoods are, and how we should remember them.
It was Sunday morning and church was about to finish, my parents, brother and sisters were lining up to receive the priests blessing. But I wasn’t there at the time. (Infact I thought that lining up to take the priests blessing was pointless since I didn’t know any better. And I wasn’t too fond of kissing a mean priests hand anyway.) I was outside waiting for my parents with my cousins idas and Heraklitos. It was taking ages so we thought about doing something to pass the time. The church hall was preparing for a function later and this gave us an idea. (we loved the food served at this hall, especially the bread). Idas dared me to get in the hall and steal some bread rolls for us to eat. So me being the daring 8 year old, agreed. I snuck through the back door of the hall. Idas and Heraklitos were watching and laughing through one of the hazy windows. I krept up to one of the tables making sure I wasn’t seen by those gypsi-waiters*. I grabbed three rolls and bolted for the door. Then just my luck, Mr Gianni the hall maintenance gypsy came through the back door with a wet mop. I saw his face change from normal to pure rage,
“what do you think you doing!” he shouted “don’t think your going to run of with those breads”. I turned around and ran the other way, towards the front entrance. Whilst I was doing this, I couldn’t help but take a bite at one of the bread roles id taken. Mr Gianni chased me through the hall, around the tables and eventually into the huge pantry. I saw my cousins killing themselves laughing outside and I just wanted to get out and bash those trouble makers. Mr Gianni continued to chase me though id knows he’d give up. I hid under a table and watched him look for me. When the time came, I jumped out underneath the table and rushed directly for the front door. But one of those gypsy waiters got in the way so I just somersaulted through his legs and out the door.
I got back to Idas and Heraklitos around the side and gave them their bread rolls. They had trouble eating them because they were still dying of laughter.
“ you looked like Indiana jones with the booby-trap--” Idas couldn’t finish his sentence of. Then I heard my mum calling me from around the side.
“look cuz, I better go now my mums calling me. Ill see yous later at soccer.” I didn’t think they heard me so I just took of .
When I found my mum she was waiting for me at the car in the car park.
“Johnny, where have you been? Not stealing bread again I hope.”
“Nah, we got bored waiting for you to get the blessing from the priest outside so we just got a tennis ball and played behind the hall.” I walked up closer to my mum who was standing near the car door. Then she noticed the bread crumbs on my jumper.
“Johnny, you liar! Next time we’re at church, you’ll sit right next to me for the whole time. And after you have to go confession. That’s right. Tell your favourite priest all the naughty things you’ve done. Then well see what happens.”
I sighed and got in the car. Dad was driving. My brother and sister was sitting next to me and my older sister was in her own car.
When we got back home, my grandmother was preparing food for my grandfathers birthday that evening. I said hello to her and she gave me a kiss. “tzonny, go oup to you room and get ready for soccer.” She said in greek.
Every Sunday about an hour after church my parents would take me to soccer to play the weekly game. I played for Brunswick city FC. I had only started a year before but I was an ok player. I went up to my room and got my stuff ready. I put my top and shorts on, my shin guards and socks then my runners (I didn’t put my soccer boots on until I got to the ground.) I went back into the kitchen and found that lunch was being served on the table. “tzonny, eat all your lunch or you don’t go to soccer” my grandmother said. Of course, grandmothers had this thing about food but I didn’t mind. I never go hungry. I sat down and ate my chicken soup. I didn’t bother to wait for my brothers and sisters because it usually took ten to fifteen minutes to get everyone at the table.
When everyone ate lunch, my dad drove me to my home ground. I got out of the car and met up with my friend Daniel. He was a good soccer player. Though he preferred to play in defence. This didn’t affect the team much. It certainly affected the opposing teams though. No one could get past him.
We met up with the other players and coach nick. Nick began to tell the strategy to the players. After we got into position on the field and watched as our opponent Lalor united did the same. The referee blew the whistle and the game started. Our striker Yioti passed to Daniel who then bolted down the field. Then one of the preston lions intercepted him and dashed back the other way. I ran up to him and kicked the ball from his feet. Our midfielder Billy got the ball and dodged the opposing players. Ten minutes passed and our striker Jacob went for a shot. The ball curved and smacked the keeper in the face. The ball rebounded and flew into the goals. Rather than everyone cheering, my teammates were laughing their heads of at what just happened. This enraged the preston lions goal keeper so he ran forward and took a swing at Jacobs head. Jacob copped the punch and his nose started bleeding. He fell to the ground in tears. The ref blew his whistle and ran up to Jacob. Suddenly my teammates all jumped in and began wrestling with the other teams players. I didn’t know any better so I just jumped in too. After the ref, both coaches and three adults pulled the fight apart, the ref announced a red card for the goal keeper. Then the game resumed. Since the other team had no goal keeper, we won twelve nill.( the other team had substituted the goal keeper with a useless defender).
In the evening, was the birthday party for my grandfather. Countless relatives poured through the door brining lots of food and extras along with them. Including my cousin Manuel, who always brought fireworks to these family get-togethers. When he came I immediately went up to him with Idas and heraklitos and asked whether he had brought any fireworks or not. Manuel laughed and told us that he may light some later.
Later wasn’t good enough for us. We couldn’t wait. so we begged him for about fifteen minutes and eventually gave up. Me and Idas went to play in the backyard while Heraklitos met up with some other relatives. After the huge dinner manuel and the rest of us went to the park across the road. “ive got some good ones tonight, but as usuall, don’t get in the way and stay a few meters back.” Manuel set up a sixty-shot roman candle, a c20 magnum and a home-made spark fountain. “ok guys, watch dis…” Manuel lit the wires to all three fireworks and in a small time they went of. The banging was the loudest I ever heard. Then out came a huge black dog from the park bushes. It was the neighbours to be exact. This dog came running straight for us. I started running back to the house with Idas and Heraklitos. Manuel pulled a spark bomb from his pocket, lit it and threw it at the dog. Then he joined us. Manuel was much older than us and could certainly run faster. So there was no hesitation getting back to the house. As we all got back, Manuel shut the gate and the black dog was no were to be seen. It was caught up somewhere in the park and all the smoke from the fireworks. We got back into the house and shut the door. Then Manuel started laughing. His laughter made us laugh and we all fell into a mighty up roar. We were just in time because my grandmother was serving dessert on the table. “ok guys. From now on. Instead of lighting fire works at the park, well light them in the back yard.” I said.

* not an actual gypsy. Just a metaphor for shifty-angry person

My characters name is Johnny Agamemnopoulos and he has a very distinguished voice. He speaks English with a Greek accent and sees things through a way that benefits him, his friends and his relatives only. Yet, my character has a kind of soft side which is a pity for those who are done wrongly. Unfortunately his more prominent side prevents himself from acting in a just way for the wrongly done.
In this story, Johnny Agamemnopoulos is challenged with problems that recquire his softer-side to rectify and his prominent self-centered self to be discovered by him.
Johnny is 8 years old and lives in Brunswick West. He lives with his mum and dad, brother, two sisters and his grandmother. In his street there are four other houses filled with his relatives; his uncles and aunts, cousins and second cousins.
In my story, the other characters that appear are Johnny’s cousins Idas, Heraklitos, Alexandra. His dad, Leon. His mum, Penelope. His uncle Dimitrios and his friends Taso and Daniel.

to achieve what i have said, i will use colloquialisms and occasional notes to inform the reader