I thought I’d try something different and write a short post about an extremely personal film to me, and the only film I consider to be a true horror film. 544 more words
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An unnamed petty criminal defends himself against the police thugs who try to arrest him, goes on to immediately be acquitted of any charges of striking a policeman, sees the police officers in question be convicted of police brutality, testifies before a Senate hearing on police violence, and in between all this he diddles his girlfriend at the movies, gambles in the alley with the boys, tortures the police officers by training them to be dogs, observes the police officers pulling over a woman and forcing her to do naughty things with them, takes walks in the country, takes walks in the city, enjoys the love of his family, especially his mother, and periodically opens his eyes to stand before the wall of his cell or to check the progress of a large, painful carbuncle on his face. 219 more words
I immediately get suspicious whenever a book or a movie or a TV show is lauded as an accurate depiction of anything. This comes from years of seeing the frequently overwhelming grind of the teaching profession inaccurately compared to schmaltzy, saccharine hooey like 946 more words
Written in a vernacular, beat-influenced, run-on style — closer to Allen Ginsberg than to Jack Kerouac or William S. Burroughs, “Tralala” relates the brutal career of a hooker named Tralala in a… 8,110 more words