Planting Drugs, Random Shootings
This is the police, the new wave of empowered crime.
A bodycam video of a police officer planting drugs while 2 other cops watch, then returning seconds later to "find" them. Police are investigating...
It would seem that both he and his colleagues are guilty not only of planting evidence but of possession, conspiracy, and a myriad of other charges. Somehow the "Police are investigating" statement does not suggest that anything will happen.
And, the murder of Justine Ruszczyk, who called 911 to report a sexual assault happening in the alley near her house, and was shot by police responding through the door of their car, bodycams conveniently turned off. This is murder, plain and simple - the requirement for policing demands that bodycams are turned on - but too frequently the police ignore the rule and then mysteriously bad things happen. Hope for no real truth or reconciliation on this one, either, although they'll have to spend a little more defending their decision as she wasn't black.
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The Disaster Artist
I finally got around to watching "The Room". As bad as that. Worse. If you haven't seen it, you can't imagine. And despite Tommy Wiseau's good natured pretending that it was maybe - possibly intentional, it wasn't. It just looks better to pretend you were being ironic when really you were being heart-stoppingly incompetent and inept.
Nonetheless there's value - everything that you take for granted - even in a bad film - is laid bare and overturned in this, there's the continuity errors, random characters, questionable set choices, contradictory, over-explanatory dialogue, incredibly bad acting and embarrassing love scenes - it's a how-to avoid doing anything right in cinema. Most arts demand a long apprenticeship, wherein the artist learns his or her craft, but in this Wiseau started out - with a 6 Million Dollar budget - as if he'd never seen a film in his life...
Now Seth Rogen and the Franco brothers have made a movie about it entitled "The Disaster Artist", which documents the making of it as recalled by Greg Sestero- trailer below:
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The New Owners
A younger couple, mid 20's, he, Australian, she from down east, arrived in the Koots a few weeks ago, loved it, so they took their money and bought a local business.
I know it, everyone does, hole in the wall between here and there, not worth stopping in, although I've done a couple of times. I enquire as to the costs - business, $15,000 - plus a lease of $600 /month in the summer and $100 in the winter. Yep. It's a pretty good opportunity, if they can make it work - it hasn't so far, every wing-nut and loon has given it a try, opening from 11:00 - 7:00, $100 sales per day, if they're lucky, bad art, consignment, no real reason to visit.
But they're excited, and really, they can't do any worse than the previous owners. We talk, I wish them luck, promise to drop by, if they have the right idea in the summer this place is a gold mine. We'll see.
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She's not fooling anyone...
3:00 PM and the stubble's on her face, 6'6", 240 lbs, built like a linebacker, maybe 35 years old, gym socks stuffed roughly in her bra, the hair, long and to her shoulders, it might be real....
She's not fooling anyone...
She's with her footman, or slave, a diminutive older man, maybe 5'5", shorter even, 60 years old, she orders a diet coke, he asks - meekly - if he may have one too. "Of course", and she waves dismissively. She's catty, in that camp-exaggerated sort of way, paying the bill up front she tells me - "He'd dying for a cigarette, but I'm going to make him wait...".
It's a seriously fucked up little sadistic sex game being played out in public at a rural pub in BC. If they'd have been only half an hour earlier the pub would have been filled with bikers in colors, and what a little scene that would have made...I imagine - buying one of the bikers, the biggest, the ugliest, the loudest and most obnoxious, a drink, saying it was from her, and asking why he hadn't called her back - mayhem ensues, but only in my head...
It's a Kootenay thing I've noticed, along with a few other things ("Side of ranch" - everything here, everyone wants that side of ranch, with their wings, their appetizer, their pizza, new to me), the Trans population - relatively large per capita, puts absolutely no effort whatsoever into their new and assumed gender identities. Throw on a wig or a dress or a name-tag and expect, demand that everyone treat you as a woman. Hang around Waits newstand and coffee shop for an hour or so and you will see some of the least convincing trans people in the world. It's as if they've just given up. I'm used to the big-city version, where every effort is put in to your appearance to outshine your (legitimate?) competition, where guise and artifice rule the scene. Not so here.
I've discovered that my liberalness has it's limits, too, I mean, really, if they're not going to play the game, why should I? I'm a little impatient with these confused and deranged gender identities, if they want me to play their game, they should have to too. People can get a little too comfortable in themselves, Clearly I seriously need to revamp my thinking...
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