2014-10-23 (f) / (b) / (s) / (c) log

2014-10-23         (f) / (b) / (s) / (c) log

                'Your battery', Tosh says it better on its laptop screen, 'is low', even as Tosh the television set plays the feel-bad movie of the year, this one a documentary by Michael Winterbottom about some Middle Eastern desert folks trying to excape / to Europe - 'so far' the Irish writer said it better about the book that he was 'assupposed to horroreview, this one about a single mother and her precocious / kid - 'so bad', but maybe the movie like the book will redeem itself during the telling, 'from a Kuchassa dump' the New York Times headline said it better in today's edition, 'to Harvard'.  And then all our problems / are solved.

                Of all of the things that Cin would like to be doing of this Thirstday evening, hulk-smashing away at this edition of this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore (f) / (b) / (s) / (c) log ranks about 'x - 1', where 'x' is the last item on / the list.  Still, that's how the cookie / crumbled tonight, and there's no use crying the slogan has it better, over spilt / milk, 'ain't no use in complaining' Bryan Adams sang it better in his 'Summer of '69', 'when you got a job / to do.  Spent my evening down at the drive-through' ('car wash' ? -id.) / oh and that's when I met you.'

                Good times, these desert people head through check-point after check-point up on out on up on the screen - this is not / a documentary, it just plays one on TV - on their way from Afghanistan through Iran to, well we'll see to where, the various border patrols are not much help / at all, the ones on the Iranian border take them off the bus, drive them out to the middle of the stinking desert from they were trying / to excape in the first place, drop them off, and then they set off do it all / again.

                Sounds familiar, Cin walked to work this morning, passing all manner of armored vehicle and television news trucks along the way, after videeing a line of OCTranspo buses  that stretched from his bus stop, to well beyond the stop before that one, a good two miles from here.  Good times, a maniac brought the city to a stand-still with a grudge and a sawed-off / shotgun.

                Turns out they kilt / the guy from yesterday who shot and killed a soldier and then shot up / the houses of Parliament.  Matter of fact, it was the sergeant-at-arms of the House of Commons - the person whose responsibility is ostensibly to protect our elected officials, and whose picture is usually the one where he leads in our elected officials to the house of Commons, carrying a great / big / staff - who kilt the guy.  It's one of the very few bright spots of a story that's otherwise grim, two home-grown radicalized maniacs in as many days up on out on up on out up here killing two service members and running over / a third morning noon and night, on orders from ISIS central, whose web-site recently ordered its followers to 'kill everything in sight' more or less, singling out for special mention, along with the usual suspects the Great Satan to the south, the infidel citizens of 'Canada, Australia, Britain, and France', wherever they can be found.

                Your man the Prime Minister actually gave a pretty good speech, after being 'whisked away' an article said it better, from the scene of the crime, yesterday morning.  This country will rebound from this, more focused than ever on destroying radicalism, 'that which does not destroy you' the slogan, wrongly attributed or at least wrongly translated, to / from your man Frederick Nietszche has it better, 'makes you / stronger', though Cin has always preferred Heath Ledger's The Joker's version from Christopher Nolan's The Dark Knight Rises, namely that that which does not destroys us 'makes us / stranger', 'Nietszche, Marx', Cin's room-mate used to chant the title of the Philosophy 101 course of the same name when Cin would return to their quad in College during their halcyon college days - simpler times back then, innit Trip - 'and Kierkegaard.'

                Course it's better to remain hatched-faced throughout our travails, like the characters in this film - it's a stretch to call them actors, this father-and-son pair evidently taken right out the village from which the story originates, and from which from the looks of it they are likely / to return - 'God is teasing me' Homer Simpson protests it better during one of his own travails / episodes, to which Marge has to reply of course, 'God is testing you, Homer, testing.'

                What it is is that young Sinbad (that's enough -id.) and his father and some others end up in a metal container, hidden in the back of another delivery truck behind another fake / wall, and end up on a cruise ship or somefink before disembarking in Italy of all places, at least the ones who didn't suffocate during / the trip, a group which unfortunately does not include / Sinbad's (that's enough -id.) Da.

                'Still,' the Italian waiter at the sea-side cafe akses the Italian client(elle) better about her choice / of water, even as Sinbad steals her purse while he's hawking / beads or wtf, 'or sparkling?'.  'Got,' the street-dude aksed Cin better this after, 'a smoke?', to which question Cin has taken to giving these guys the just-lit one in his mouth, in return for which, as a week-early Halloween trick-or-treat routine, the guy gave Cin the low down on how he, with the help of the saint at the church, 'set the whole thing' - here he was referring to the recent unpleasantnesses - up. 

                Your man then went on and on about the government - Cin and his colleagues are not 'assupposed to wear their passes visibly / outside anymore, but somehow this guy / knew -  before going back to the shelter, the same one where the killer yesterday stayed over the night before going apeshit on Parliament Hill, all of these shenanigans on the same block as Cin's place / of work, 'are you' his manager had the kindness and cinsight to aks him after he told her that 'the sirens outside will never sound / the same' after the recent unplesantnesses, 'alright?' 

                'They said everything was going to be alright', Bob Dylan sings it better, 'I don't know what alright / even means.'  Let's just say Cin needs to get out / the city, if even for a brief bit, as certainly anyone in the city now / should.  He was 'assuppossed to take your (wo)man the VIA train to Toronto for a couple of family meetings - the four-hour trip being just / the thing for what ails him, but he gagged at the $320.00 one-way ticket price, when we were travelling in Europe during our halcyon College days, $320.00 got you a six-month unlimited pass, innit Jenke - and so he booked an Aeroplan plane trip / cinstead, 'the Rugby Club' our Briar Patch housemate aksed it better in shock and awe, when he heard of our upcoming  trip to Trinidad and Tobago, innit monsieur Debonaire, 'is going on / an air trip?'

                And now for somefink completely / different, 'diff'rnt' Sharon used to say it better, innit JF, enough with the 3rd World horror stories, here's one from Francis Ford Coppola, 'One' the title has it better 'From the Heart'.  What it is is that the character played by Frederik Forrest - who played of course 'Chef' from New Orleans in 'Apocalyse Now', Chef who famously empties his machine gun chamber in that film, before during and after videeing a tiger in the Vietnam ('that's Cambodia, Captain' the Chief of the gunboat corrects Martin Sheen's Lieutenant Willard better) jungle, or thinks he does - has the ideal marriage with his wife, played by Terri Garr, who's 'looking fine' in the movies we said it better to those co-eds at that '80s party in College during our halcyon days, innit BC, 'for the '80s.'  And then the wheels, as they cinevitably do, fall / off.

                'He did this' the video store owner said it better of where this film fits in, in terms of Coppola's ouevre, 'after the horror / of 'Apocalypse Now', to which Cin had to grin and aks, 'a little more / light-hearted ?'  Harry Dean Stanton makes a cameo up on out on up on out in here, as Frederick Forrest's BFF, before Forrest's character accuses Stanton's character of unbuttoning his wife's blouse, last New Year's Eve. 

                It goes on like this, dialogue is brutal, story is set in Vegas,  Tom Waits' music is pretty good, Coppola's ear like Kubrick's is good when it comes to the soundtracks of his films, The Doors' 'The End' cinfamously accompanies the choppers at the beginning of 'Apocalypse Now' and the jets drop napalm up on out on up on all over the nabobs (that's enough -id.) jungle during what's perhaps the best first five minutes of any film, with the music / to match.  Course Richard Wagner's 'Flight of the Valkyries' comes into its own as well later on in the story as the helicopters attack the mouth of the river Nang, 'smells like' Robert Duval's Major says it better as he smells the napalm, 'victory.'

                Course 'Charlie' Duval's Air Cav Major says it better in that movie, 'don't surf', and 'Machete' Danny Trejo's character of the same name says it better in the movie of the same name, 'don't text', and Cin / don't share, until of course, he does, but the characters in this movie don't have / that problem, it's / a talkie, innit Cash.

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