MOVIE REVIEW
The Day John Lennon Was Murdered
Remembering an icon whose life was stolen
December 8, 1980
The day John Lennon was shot and killed .
I watched the documentary
and I’m reminded once again of the
R A N D O M N E S S
of life.
Summary
The website content is a review of the documentary "The Day John Lennon Was Murdered," reflecting on the senselessness of Lennon's death and the impact of jealousy and envy.
Abstract
The web content presents a poignant movie review of "The Day John Lennon Was Murdered," a documentary that revisits the tragic event of December 8, 1980. The review emphasizes the randomness of life and the profound loss experienced with Lennon's untimely death. It recounts the circumstances surrounding the murder, including what might have been had different choices been made that day. The reviewer, Marla Bishop, who is also a relationship coach and writer, encourages readers to watch the documentary to understand the depth of the tragedy, which was fueled by jealousy and envy. The piece concludes with a personal note about Bishop's current life and interests, including her battle with myasthenia gravis.
Opinions
Had John and Yoko driven into
their compound that day.
Had the security guard, who noticed
T H E M U R D E R E R
told him to move on
Had the friend — who often travelled
home with them — been there
A different story could’ve been written
But, no — the reality is
John Lennon was shot that day
For no reason, other than
J E A L O U S Y & E N V Y
Watch the documentary if you can
One of the last records released by John Lennon
© marla bishop
I am a relationship coach, writer, editor, and owner of publications TBI and Lilith. Currently convalescing at home with autoimmune condition myasthenia gravis, I dream of travel, wellness and young people who do what they’re asked. Music, writing and fellowship help keep me sane(ish).
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