The Roseanne Saga

I've watched Roseanne's show from season one to the last and have defended her behavior in the past. As her Tweet was a harsh stick to some Black lady no one even knew about until she mentioned her. We're now all outraged. Yes, we all are.
Fuck you celebrities, you don't give a shit. And neither does ABC. The point is, when her humor suited diversity and intolerance such as the episode where DJ didn't want to kiss a Black girl in a school play, we all cheered. Now within a few decades you end her legacy with one Tweet. Are we making her the pariah to everyone who has done a dumb thing in life. So far both sides have forgiven their respective transgressions somehow this is a bridge too far. Somehow Harvey Weinstein's Leftist ties seem to vanish. I wonder if people don't just wait in the wings desperate to latch onto the next party's dumb move and blast it on social media. Oh, the celebs had a field day roasting Roseanne over a mistakes she's owning up to. But that wasn't enough. You don't accept her apology though she blames Ambien for causing lucid thoughts. But are okay with burying Democrat New York Attorney General Eric Schneiderman's physical abuse of women?
Why haven't the celebs blasted that publicly? Or the media go nuts over that? Right, entertainers can only see what is front of them.
I don't care if you shit on Roseanne, but remember she's done more than a woman beater or a child rapist.
Fuck your outrage.

Obama Aide An Ape?

So the reboot of "Roseanne" was cancelled immediately after Roseanne Barr herself Tweeted about Obama's former senior advisor Valerie Jarrett a cross between Muslim Brotherhood and an ape. Jesus Christ, that's ballsy. I don't think it reflects Roseanne's racism or bigotry as much as it does the sickness of comedy being what it is.
Comedians are suppose to be outspoken about...everything. The Kathy Griffin Trump head thing was mean spirited and bitter as was this. Roseanne lost a LOT more than Griffin. I mean, Roseanne was a hit.  I recall Fred Sanford telling Aunt Esther that he would press her face in dough and make gorilla cookies. Everyone laughed. The intention of Roseanne's tweet seemed so fed up with it all. Much like I am. You can't make anything anymore without a shit storm of controversy. And these fucking Hollywood asshats like ABC pretend like they care. But that's how interchangeable we are as well. They are slaves to the Left agenda. As the Right are slaves to the gun agenda.
And now we're going to suffer the main stream media barrage of why what Roseanne tweeted was wrong. Fuck you assholes. They punish anyone who disagrees with them. Reminder to phony outragers...IF you hold a person's career in your hands and you disagree with their politics and fire them, YOU are no better than Nazis.

What Month Is Yours?

February is Black History Month. June apparently is Gay Pride Month. May was Asian-American Month. No one said SHIT about AA month.

All you assholes do is block traffic. Why not a "Stop Blocking Traffic Month" I don't give a shit about your pride. More excuses to drink...to be honest. And do stupid shit. And that's fine. Just stop fucking having parades over it. Because all you do is piss off the people who are aren't Black Asian and gay.

When did America start doing this? All this also does is make one group "special" over another when America is...America. If you're Black, Hispanic or Asian...you are STILL and American. Pride is fine...shoving Americans' faces in it isn't. So fuck off already. Sick of this shit. We are collectively Americans.
By the way...gay bashing. Not even a thing anymore. Even the toughest roughest guys think gays are harmless. Though don't subscribe to their lifestyle EVERYONE gets along in those terms now. It's not because of forced awareness. It's because someone has someone in their family that is gay. And it isn't a stigma because we can adapt. Okay, maybe media does play a role. In terms of showing gay lives aren't so different than anyone elses'. They're just as miserable as the rest of us. Though look way much better.

There is also no benefit in taking pride in ethnicity or sexual orientation. I don't get a check or anything. Not that money matters. And if people gave a shit about Asian culture they'd seek it out. Not so much the gay community. Unless you go to Palm Springs. That's the new Gay-munity.

I'm sure White folk are very very confused as to why these are even a thing. Hard to say myself. Maybe it makes more sense if I had, say...a Guatemalan wife and wanted her to appreciate my culture for a month. The other 11 months I can get shat on. OR...that it gives us an excuse to eat Asian cuisine, Black cuisine, gay cuisine. I just can't get over the freak show parade.
Look, I totally get it, they're here, they're queer, and the rest of our nation could give a fuck. I think you've already won and don't even realize it.

"Deadpool 2" (2018)

Ryan Reynolds is the Evil Ryan Gosling.
"Deadpool 2" is fun. But after the gunpowder smell goes away and the ultra-violence subsides, you're left with a very sad sick feeling that movies like these de-sensitizes children to violence. I observed many many children in the audience I saw this with. Though I'm not about to blame Hollywood for perpetuating violence (why aren't there marches about this). It's hard to take celebrity anti-gun movements seriously when this is what a major studio vomits out.

This is a "John Wick" style movie. They address it...verbatim. That it is about revenge. The story starts out with Deadpool already legendary against the baddies. They fear him. Enough to cause him a great tragedy to which now he must live with. Typical comic trope. In his sorrow, and because of doing stupid things, he ends up in mutant prison where he meets a young boy who he must help.
Not going to get into the nuts and bolts of recruiting of X-Force or the cameos of X-Men characters, but the goofball pop culture humor...is what I would think being teabagged feels like. We get it already, you can't take shit seriously. You know who else conceals intense pain with humor? Sociopathic narcissist. It's essentially who Deadpool is, with no remorse. And why would he? In the original Deadpool, I'd mentioned how unlikeable he is. The act is...tiresome. This schtick means you need to know a TON of the references. And for the most part, it speaks to me. But it also attacks your knowledge of it too. So which is it? Deadpool seems to never allow anything beyond the superficial. And sadly...our society embraces this now. Is this enjoyable? Yeah, it's clever in ways. Has great side characters like Domino (Zazie Beetz) whose superpower is...luck. There's a lot of peripheral questions like...why does the rest of society look and act like shells of humans (this may be answered in "Deadpool 3" where Cable attempts to save ourselves from self-destruction).

As superhero movies go...it's the only one with balls enough to ruthlessly go violent. But you almost wonder if it's a good thing. You go into some physical shock realizing how many versions of human vivisections would look like.

"Solo: A Star Wars Story" (2018)

What a colossal shit-show this movie is.
Critics have given it a passable grade. They are lying to you. In the entire scope of story and plug-in to "Star War" lore, it's inexplicably confusing, and anemic. In fact, I would say, the sole reason this movie rated anything at all is because the overbearing music reminds you of a throwback era movie but looks like a fan made project.

This is a western. Which could've been "Solo: A Solo Story" because, it is a slice of a story that has NOTHING to do with "Star Wars" itself other than it comes from a galaxy far far away.
No one really asked for a Han Solo backstory. Apparently this was at the hands of Lawrence Kasdan who had always wanted to fill in some blanks with Han's smuggler run to get Oaxium (I think that's how it's spelled). The dude they chose to be Solo is Aldren En... fuck him, I'm not spelling his last name. He does well with the material and looks like a guy who didn't want the part and spends a LOT of time hidden in shadows to remind us he's not Harrison Ford. It's painful. Because we get those reveal moments of where Han got this and that and the other. But actually, it's falls REALLY flat.
Han's mentor is played by Woody Harrelson, who...I told you...you see too much of this fuck, you're going to get sick of him. Awful. Just Woody being Woody. They couldn't give another actor this role that could've propelled that person's career. Instead, Kathleen Kennedy and her infinite safety net needed a proven person.

Alright, I'm tired of talking about it. The deaths didn't seem all that dire. The people who betray and get betrayed...who cares? The visual effects? Been there and done that. Half these people would be dead if physics really were involved. The entire time I was watching this movie it hit me...they can't rely on true emotional loss because Disney doesn't do that shit unless it's a parent orphaning them. They've lost the balls to really care about character (unfortunately, in this case, they're chained to what happens in the future).

We really know LESS of Han in the end than at the beginning. Looking back at this movie is upsetting. It's sad what this franchise has become. Even though not really a fan, it is alarming what they are doing to the true fans.

The Cart Wrangler

Ryan only wanted the summer job so he could make enough money to buy the new No Doubt CD. Everyone during the school break was floored by "Spiderwebs" and the pixie mid-driff punk-sprite Gwen Stefani. It was a Friday which was when the newest CDs were released at Circuit City. He'd be there.

At the big chained retail store he worked, which one could consider the ghetto, the Black female cashier, Darla, would eye Ryan. He tried to lay low until one day she offered to suck him off and let him put his cock in her ass. Apparently she wanted to remain a virgin. Ryan wasn't into the Black girl but was flattered. Which led to very very uncomfortable days after. He would pass her and smile. She'd smile back but the twinkle in her eye was gone. Fickle teen girls move on. Rejection was harsh.
Still, Ryan found comfort in crushing cardboard boxes in the machine room. It was cathartic to him to listen to the popping sounds of paper being folder. Then folded again, until he became a pressed cube. And then dumped into some massive dark shoot. Which is when he'd throw in the next boxes. Just humming "Spiderwebs" to himself.
"RYAN!"
Ryan turned to face Mr. Grant. He was a thick middle aged man who had the ruddy complexion of a night boozer. His eyes glassy, and his tie crooked. Middle management to the likes of Ryan's teen kind never mixed. Simply put, the guy just didn't like seeing young people with hopes and dreams. To Mr. Grant, Ryan was the embodiment of privileged middle class society. Mr. Grant was a foster kid raised by nuns. They couldn't give a shit if you had aspirations. Of course, the sisters were drunk off their asses most of the time anyway. As a teen, there were times, Mr. Grant would feel one of the older sweatier ones rub up against him. He could smell the booze and feel his shoulder get a little wet. The sisters may be brides of God but they sure took their sexual frustrations out on any boy who had no parent to snitch to.

"RYAN!"
"Yes Mr. Grant!"
"The fucking carts outside...it's half hour to closing. Bring them in already."
"Yes sir!" Ryan didn't want to argue, afterall, he just wanted to take his paycheck, cash it and head straight to Circuit City before they closed.
Ryan threw the 2x4 he'd use to gather up the boxes into the crusher and darted from his spot. Mr. Grant sneered, probably remembering when he had pep in his step.

Ryan almost reached the door when his arm was caught on something. It was Darla. He shot back his arm, reflexively.
"Hey!"
Darla didn't seem bothered. In fact, she seemed annoyed "Look, this White lady needs help taking her shit to her car."
"And?"
"And there 'aint no one else here."
"I gotta push the carts back. Mr. Grant told me --"
"Fuck that cracker! Joanna has seniority. The customer always comes first."
"Shit" Ryan thought, he was hoping Darla was asleep during that part in the orientation.
"Jesus...whatever."

Ryan saw the old lady. Old was a relative term. She was in her 50's maybe. To a 16 year old, she seemed much older but brightened as Ryan approached. Ryan smoothed out his apron. Professionalism was his co-pilot.
"Hello, young man" the crone spoke.
"Um...yeah, they said you needed help."
The woman pointed to a sack of potting soil in her cart. One more cart to return.
"Cool. We ready to go?" Ryan could feel his phony smile jump off his face.
"Yes, dearie." Gotta be 60 years old, Ryan thought.
The two exited the automatic doors. The warm breeze of the impending summer hit Ryan. He hated the smell of hot asphalt. It was balmy and humidity was gross.
"You young boys work real hard at these stores" Ryan didn't have the energy to lay down the truth, that he was the jackass of all jackasses jacking off. "I seen a few of you boys. Pushing carts...in this weather. I'm going to write you all a great review. What's your name?"
He thought better to give her a phony name "Ryan."
"Ryan, I'll remember you"
Fortunately, she didn't park too far. She drove a beat up station wagon. She keyed the hatch open. Ryan gently laid the sack in. He didnt want to risk breaking the bag and having the next hour cleaning her car. Gwen STEFANI!!!
"There ya' go, ma'am" He smiled awkwardly, because he wanted to bury her in that potting soil. But a CD awaited.
The woman pulled out a crisp five dollar bill and pointed it at him.
From day one, the management had beaten into the stockboys brains...they cannot accept tips, under any circumstances. The policy was retarded, Ryan always thought, but a rule is a rule. And his record collection wasn't going to stop at the "Tragic Kingdom."
"I'm sorry. We can't accept tips, really nice of you but I can't." She smiled at this "Who's going to know?" She stuffed the bill into his apron. "I really can't ma'am, it's against store policy and I'm happy to help you." He held out the bill. She laughed and turned away.
 "Ma'am I really can't--"
"I'm an old Jewish lady, it's okay..."
"Thank you, but I can't --"
She snapped alive. Her hand shot out and snatched Ryan's arm. It was so fast, he couldn't process that this seemingly frail woman had the strength.
"Wha--?" her nail dug into his wrist.
She leaned in, tracks of tears had been forming which Ryan had no taken notice of, her voice turned hoarse "A nigger shot my son to death and left him to die in a gutter."
Ryan's brain could not process it. She stared deeper at him as if she had been her son. She nearly aged another 10 years. Ryan attempted to pull away but her grip got tighter. "Now take the fucking money."
Slowly she released Ryan's arm. A red mark formed where she had grabbed him. She hurried into her car and sped off.
Ryan stood, looking at the five in his hand.

Back inside the store, the cool air felt like an oasis. Ryan was shaken but remained focused on what had happened. He wanted to take a breath before having to wrangle the rest of the carts from the lot. There were a lot. And some assholes tossed them to the far end of the lot. He just needed some air.
"Mr. Grant wants to see you..." Darla stood behind him, arms folded. Yeah, she was still upset he turned down her advances. Women never forget. Ryan stiffened. Shit...what now? He thought.

Mr. Grant's office was buried behind the damaged goods that were to be returned to distribution center. It always smelled like bleach.
He was already behind his cheap desk when Ryan entered. This being the first time he'd not noticed the closed circuit monitors before.
"Siddown" he commanded.
Ryan planted himself in a folding chair.
"You knew the rules...pal. That lady gave you a tip and here it is on t.v."
Ryan took a deep breath.
"Nothing to say? We tell all our guys you DO NOT take tips. Did you not understand?"
The tone was patronizing. Ryan wanted to dot his eye right then and there. But...he knew the guy was stuck in life but he had plans.
"No sir."
"What did that lady give you?" Mr. Grant clucked his tongue. Sounded as if he had something stuck in between. The vents somehow seemed louder. Other than that, silence.
"Let me answer that for you, she gave you money. As in...a tip." Oooo did that tone burn him. He wanted to tell him to take the money and shove it. Instead, a blank look. Maybe a twitch. He nearly bit down on his cheek.
"Take it out and lay it on the desk here" Mr. Grant's index finger came down hard on the cheap desk.
Ryan stared for a bit longer. It's not that he felt he earned the money. Only that he knew the old guy was gonna pocket it for smokes or booze later. He reached into the pocket and layed the money onto the desk.
Mr. Grant and Ryan stared at it for a while. It was long.
"Now what are we going to do about this?" the smug tone just ripped into Ryan. He simply shrugged.
"You know policy. You know you broke it." Ryan remained quiet. Mr. Grant pointed at the money, enjoying this.
"That's a lot of money." CDs were thirteen bucks. He could've gotten a Fangoria magazine too.
"When I was a kid..five bucks was--"
"-She told me a nigger had shot her son and left him to die in a gutter."
The words spewed out all at once.
Vomited each syllable Actually.
Ryan wasn't sure if it were what he said or that he interrupted Mr. Grant that caused him to not speak. Damn the vent. Neither moved. Was it the racial slur that hit Mr. Grant, or was it the dead son. The silence offered nothing. It seemed as if Mr. Grant had blinked. Finally.
It was about three minutes, felt like hours.
Mr. Grant placed his palm on the bill and slowly pushed it back towards Ryan.
"See you tomorrow. And you better have your apron cleaned."
Ryan took the crumpled bill and shoved it into his jean pocket. Mr. Grant turned back to a file cabinet and started sifting through paperwork.
"What about the carts?"
 Mr. Grant muttered, pretending as if he didn't hear him. The conversation had ended.
No other word was spoken.
Ryan walked out into the warm late afternoon air. Apron slung over his shoulder. He sucked in humid air. It tasted like sweet nectar to him.
He had a hot date with Gwen. 

Another School Shooting!?

What the flying fuck? We hardly got that Fagbot kid who crusaded for gun reform, when this happens...again.
Fucking Trump is useless in terms of gun control. As is all Presidents from this day forth. America has seriously...and I MEAN IT THIS TIME, lost its control over shitheads with guns. Here's a hint, everyone who owns a gun is a shithead. Sorry to tell you that. Simply because the gun owner believes in their heart of hearts society is out to get them. The very reason you SHOULDN'T have a firearm. Oh wait, not that...that the government can turn on them. They already have. They're too stupid to know.
Irresponsible parents also who have given up on their children being weirdos. We had plenty of weirdos in my day. They just played with knives in their basement and we ignored them. Or maybe that was me. But I took up guitar. These assholes promote guns.
And they got this asshole in Texas alive. A teen who supposedly was bullied or cyberbullied or...it seems America may ban social media before guns. I mean seriously, we care more about risking other people's lives than streaming porn. Or wait...let's run that experiment and see how many would voluntarily give up their guns. Probably not this generation, since these fucking asshole kids don't care about pussy like we do. Or did. A gun was their substitute. Like the kid who was "involuntarily celibate." Dude, be a priest then, if you think hot pussy don't want you.
Again, please please PLEASE, you can go on living without a gun. My parents are in their 70's having never owned one.

Fuck The Royals!

If you're a true American, you must've thought I was talking about that Kansas City ball club. Nope, I'm talking the royal wedding every stupid fucking slag is ranting about.
Every woman wants to be a princess. Very few can afford it. I hate the royal family. Why in God's name are we celebrating the union of a pasty dude to a seriously questionably brown broad? It's confusing because...well, this may be the very first time a wad of cookie dough didn't marry anything that resemble someone that could be his sister. Like Charles did.
Yes, these people are so fucking inbred, they made West Virginia look like GQ models. Has inbreeding ever been good? Perhaps this is why this is good news. I think his new wife is American. Oh wait she is. She was in a beer commercial with a high school kid I knew. Classy.
Now some fuckface on Twitter is "throwing some shade" on Trump by comparing the crowd size to his inauguration. Fucking funny. Until you hear the people talk about this person showing a photo of Hillary's inauguration. Face!
This is what has become of society, I guess. Believing in the same fairy tale that also plugged in dragons. Yep. We set aside life for a while to once again drain society of funds for...wait for it...two fucking people. Yeah, people think I'm a colossal douchbag hater. But I'm chucking out some truths you may not have considered. I think it's great people are still getting married now. But I think it's awful they put up this much of a fuss. Tea and crumpets and...well, they are our best allies aside from those gloriously wonderful Aussies. Look, if the Brits are happy...life goes on. Was surprised to see what an ordeal it turned out to be.
I'm sure ISIS or whoever is looking on wondering the same. Jesus, I've become one of them. In terms of hatin' on happy.

Gay Cakes

The Supreme Court readies its historic decision on whether Colorado cake shop owner Jack Phillips can refuse to make a special cake for a same-sex marriage due to religious objections.

Hey assholes, who cares?
If the shop owner doesn't wanna make big dick pastries you can't force him. So sick of these blow hard fags angry about everything. Tons of other bakeries that will take your money. From your oiled muscled arms and hands. So scat. If this idiot didn't want to make a Chinaman cake, I'd simply tell him to fuck himself and move on. It's happened to me in Ohio. They just didn't want to serve me. Was it right? Fuck no. But they are running a business that doesn't want money? Yeah, real smart. Good luck with that.

Oh this is about right and wrong? Yeah, stupid, you aren't going to teach this shopowner a lesson by making him close his shop just because he doesn't agree with sweet man love. Fucking queers.
Anyway...did it have to get to the Supreme Court, don't they have that abortion thing to constantly deal with. Church and state friends. They were suppose to be separate.

On the other side, this shop owner should really not care about gay marriages. A cake is just a cake. Do what they use to do with Blacks, charge them up the ass and smile. Jesus, do I have to think of everything.

"Tully" (2018)

First off, Happy Mother's Day to all you motherfuckers out there. Enjoy your birthday.
Secondly, it's always weird...appreciation of Mother's Day. According to my Ma, Mother's Day is everyday, and if we're not reminded about how they suffered so we had things better, they'll remind you. Relationships are complicated with Mothers. The dynamic changes so drastically. And there isn't one mental illness label that couldn't be attributed to it.

"Tully" starts out as a very cool life-sucks-when-you're-40 and have kids story and downshifts into a different movie. I'm not saying the ending isn't bad, it's just that it suffers from front story bloat. To show a suffering three-peat Mother isn't that engaging. Though, director Jason Reitman makes it as interesting as he can. There are issues mothers have with their kids that neither them or the public can pinpoint. So they get ignored. Which was my generation anyway.
Marlo, played by Charlize Theron (in her fattest ever) is a 40 year old woman whose youth has long past. Drained by two kids and one on the way, she isn't getting much help from video game tuned out husband Drew (played by Ron Livingston). In the constant fringe of giving birth, Drew lives under the shadow of Marlo's brother, Craig's, success. After the birth of the child, it becomes clear Marlo desperately needs help, which Craig decides to pay for. In comes Tully. A flower-child free-spirit night nanny played by Mackenzie Davis. She tells it like it is. But does it with a spoonful of sugar. Just kidding. She isn't Mary Poppins. She's mysterious and insightful (as only a 20 year old can be). Marlo slowly eases up on her pressured life and we start to see her glow a little. The glamorous Charlize peeks through. Unfortunately, as with all nanny situations, Tully must eventually go her own way.

I guess Jason Reitman is about...melancholy. The tone of the film is very...non-committal. He is saddled with an incredibly hard line to walk since he is limited in certain ways a mother would act three kids in. There is also showing how miserable domesticated families are...in real life, without it boring people. In the end...the movie feels claustrophobic and the resolution doesn't necessarily answer a lot of the questions. I get the feeling that writer Diablo Cody's original script ended more tragic. As it is...it's similar to "Young Adult" (their previous collaboration) in that it's punishing in its banality of "normal" life or attempting to reach it.
I think it's a question many people in our industry ask. What it means to be normal past the days when you were carefree. Hopes and dreams and potential only exists when YOU don't see limitation. In the world of "Tully" it really reminds you the stalled life that much of us face as we grow up.

Yale Be Racist

"Yale University needs more work to become "truly inclusive," a dean at the Ivy League school said after a white student there called police on a black classmate who had fallen asleep in their dormitory’s common area.

"Incidents like that of last night remind us of the continued work needed to make Yale a truly inclusive place," Lynn Cooley, the dean of Yale's graduate school of arts and sciences, said in an email to students Tuesday.

The graduate student, Lolade Siyonbola, sparked outrage about racial profiling Monday after she posted a video of her extended interaction with campus police officers and the white student who called them."

I dunno anything about being MORE inclusive, but some crazy "White" lady called the cops because she saw some lady asleep in the library. Okay folks...this isn't racial profiling. And even if the police call came as "some Black lady is asleep in the common study area and she seems like she's about the steal books." Okay, that's at the edge of racial profiling. Then there's "niggas shouldn't be sleeping in our white library." Okay, now you're racial profiling.

Profiling saves lives. Sorry it intrudes on a tiny bit of our comfort. I've been profiled. I fell asleep on a park bench at Taylor University in Indiana years ago. Next to me what my very hot blonde friend who decided to take a road trip with me. If you're thinking bad thoughts, you just profiled me. Incidentally, women SHOULD profile. It sucks because they think all guys want to bang them (which is true, except the fat ones...leave them for me) but it saves them from being a story on "48 Hours Mystery." Those two Starbucks fucks who stood around not buying shit and then getting national attention for being arrested for loitering. Fuck you two fucks too. Why? We all know what you were doing. We pretend we're much more progressive. Reality? Starbucks dickwad C.E.O. sided with them. Because? I'm sure they were good people, until that chip on their shoulder reared their ugly heads. I get it. I'm short and Asian and instantly believe people take the advice and words of tall White people before me. But I'm not going to blow it out of proportion. The Starbucks duo segued this into stardom. So hopefully their success teaches all loitering people that their dreams can come true too. Nice role models we have these days. Fuck you Starbucks. And Yale. You aren't progressive, you're patronizing.

Immature Hollywood

Hollywood has original thinkers. What they've been racking their brains over is how in God's name to make it so it makes money so they can make more.
It's always been like this. Except for the immature part. This is when superhero movies ate up mature Hollywood and gave us complete and total undigestible garbage.
You have overgrown children making these movies now and they can't aren't willing to make original movies, because...? Fear. It's not fear of anything else than when you get invited to the new adults table...they are just as immature. Think about this...something as sexually comical as a 1975 movie "Shampoo" still had a deeper message in it. That's why when you do come across a "Get Out" you are blown away by a) the depth b) the craft. That no longer exists with tighter budgets on low-budget movies and ZERO tolerance on blockbusters. Again, think about what made America a great film mecca...we were able to make gangster picks like "The Godfather" without having to worry if Italy was going to be pissed. Or how much it does in Chinese box office. "Kramer vs. Kramer" was about the destruction of divorce in a child. Now...you couldn't make this movie because the people growing up now are surrounded by divorce. And also, Meryl Streep would be seen as the hero. Also, it's about grown ups. No one wants to address grown up shit. Think about this..."Tully" opened. And I doubt it got any traction. There aren't any mature movies anymore. And why bother when you have retards who can't digest it. Shallow entertainment for the masses. And the dummies mock it. Because people aren't willing to fucking hear it. IF you ever wondered what a society that grew up on unlimited media. We're there. Sorry there is no hope. No one has the attention span to maintain an adult themed film. Think about the directors back then that don't exist today...
Sidney Lumet, William Friedkin, Brian DePalma, Don Siegel, etc...
Who do we have now?
Now before you shit on my point by saying that the people in the 70's were lamenting about he death of directors from the 50's. Nope. That system was all studio based. They demanded product that was more mature. Literary material. Today, we build on the shoulders of over-saturated media at our fingertips. No one can be surprised, and no story is good enough. Even some attempts at adult material fail the maturity test. Which is...it lacks...the threading of great drama based on the situation. Manufactured ideas are transparent and easy played as background noise. Great drama engages. We're so deprived of it, we truly forgot what it sounds and looks like. It's not anyone in our business is in a rush to grow up. Because we aren't regulated by grown ups. They dress and talk like it, but they're stunted. And we have plateaued. Think about Hal Ashby and Billy Wilder. Two craftsman of great mature cinema. Even cotton candy fare like "Shampoo" with it's open sexual deviancy is bolted solidly into the best quote I've heard in a long time "you keep running and you don't get anywhere..."
That is the comment for all creative types. We are so frightened of growing up. Or discouraged to lose our childish ways. Our cinema reflects this.
You get what you get. And unfortunately, it's for dumb people now. I would say at this juncture...movies are worst than sitcom television. No matter how much computer effects you put into it. But it makes money, so most of you would tell me to shut the fuck up. Yeah, real mature.

Headlong Into A Feature

So without a script and a few ideas, I'm embarking on my surreal movie. Feature as it were. There is no rhyme or reason, other than I got a lot of film I have to use. But it's suppose to be that side project I mess with when I have time, energy and...well...film.
I'm shooting it all on regular 16mm instead of super16mm and it's expired or not. Black and white, color, reversal color. I can't wait longer.
And it started with just...a rough week.
Equipment at work has been breaking down. Nothing is working right. So it feels like time is ticking down. On top of that...just, working with the shitheads I do now. Everyone knows everything, and it's harsh attempting to make good with anyone. I prefer, well...waiting has been the bane of everyone's existence. I think it's the same when people wait to get married or have kids. It's a matter of time before we just don't wait anymore. And we die waiting. The "real world" presents itself horribly. People are colossal shits now. It's killing my personal drive. Not the people I am around when I'm NOT at work, only when I'm at work. Everyone. Even people who should know better. It's aggravating because no one has ambition. Everyone seems to live in fear.
But I'd rather live in fear doing something I want to do than to live in fear of something that makes me miserable. In my case, the ends justifies the means. And...to be totally honest?...More than likely I'm not going to make something that is completely gangbusters. But, like I've written before it is completely about...just doing it.

I love the support from everyone in the film side. This is such a calico cat of a project. And...I guess why not?

Wish me luck. I'll thank you for it.

The Chinese Keziah Daum

You get the feeling that all women think they're paperdolls. Except for the lesbos.
Here is a prom dress everyone is flipping out over because it's cultural appropriated:

First off, look at that lucky putz with her. Goofy fuckface.

Second, this is total spank bank material. For one thing, the white chick clearly understand herself as a woman in a culture that makes her subservient. Which is boner-ific. And secondly, look at her ass! Yeah folks, love to blast a fat load on her face and dress. Offended? Too bad. That's showing my appreciation for her. As she's shown for the Chinese culture.

Thank you Keziah for showing us all to lighten up. God you have nice legs too. Fucking youth is so wasted.

Et Tu, Chikesia?

Chikesia Clemons, in a viral video at a Waffle House, was wrestled to the ground after threatening the workers there...

Clemons, 25, was in a Waffle House in Saraland, Alabama, with a friend when three police officers, summoned by employees, forced her to the floor, exposing her breasts, and handcuffed her, according to a video taken by Clemons’ friend that has since gone viral. Police said Clemons and her friend were drunk and brought alcohol into the restaurant. Clemons, they said, told officers she would "shoot this place up.”

Now round up the usual "civil rights activists" to boycott Waffle House and demand they drop the charges on her. Do you idiots know a Waffle House was shot up in Tennessee?

What's the most laughable, is that in the 1960's, Civil Rights movements fought to be able to eat at the counter, now they're fighting to not eat at the counter. Why these fucking back thinking retards are setting their cause backwards (and ignored). I've seen angry Black folk blog that she deserved the treatment she got. Drunk and disorderly and shameful to the color of her skin. That wasn't a Black or White issue, which is what media wants. You have to wonder if there ever was a moment when these groups didn't leap to the false defense of someone who was just being a massive cunt. You'd win more people over, I guarantee it.