Fudge and Munich

As a welcome home present, I attempted to make Madame some fudge. Someone told me that fudge doesn't exist in France. I'm not sure if I believe that statement or not. The fudge didn’t turn out too bad except for the fact that I accidentally bought extra crunchy peanut butter instead of regular, no nut peanut butter. I hope she likes nuts.

Went to see the film Munich tonight. I liked it. If you’re a pacifist or don’t like Israel, I wouldn’t recommend it. Spielberg fans will love it. Although if you’re a Spielberg fan and a pacifist, I guess I would just say it’s your call. And if you have a thing for guys with olive skin, this would also be your movie. Although I love olive skin, I have accepted the fact that Jared is almost as pasty white as I am and together we will make pasty white children (not that I’m thinking of having kids …).

The reviews of Munich are mixed. Some critics say the film is overtly pro-Palestinian while others think it’s too pro-Israel. One girl at IES said her parents refuse to see Munich because they were told it condemned the Jewish people. I think it was neither too pro and too anti anyone. If anything, the film showed the confusion about the exact definition of terrorism and the fight for “home.” A fellow student went with me to see the film. He is anti-military and thinks of all wars and conflicts as propaganda. I listened to his angry rantings after the film. I don’t understand his logic just as I don’t understand everything going on in the Middle East. I think some mentalities are beyond my comprehension. I don’t understand the unwillingness to fight someone even if that someone had a gun to your mother’s head. I equally don’t understand the willingness to kill someone because of a different religion or ethnicity. The world is an amazing, confusing place.