An Algerian Conspiracy

Somethin' in the wind has learned my name
And it's tellin' me that things are not the same--Karen Carpenter

In a vein similar to David Slade's Hard Candy, Mathieu Kassovitz's Gothika toys with its audience in a fairly cheap fashion, Dark Castle Entertainment not daring to make a mature snuff film, David Slade himself might provide us with a rationale for why studio executives welsh on the rigors of testing our mettle; Hard Candy is haunting, dangerous. I've written a revenge fantasy similar to it which was accepted for publication and then killed, and Slade somehow manages to push boundaries which keep those open sores bleeding.

Kassovitz doesn't have Slade's taut discipline, but he trades on inferences: Pretty people sex, (Downey, Berry), i.e., "Were we going to have an affair?", drives homily rubes (Dutton, Lynch) to insanity for not being pretty people too, caters to our hatred of psychiatric proscriptions, and offers adoring wives, say hello Camille Cosby, compensations for killing the oafs who will not be tamed. The ghost story embedded within the culpability of Halle's confused character, as most biracial offspring get psychologically confused due to ethnic rejection or displacement, is as much escapism as Zhang Ziyi's flight out of reality in the end of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon conveys a dream sequence. Asians have flights of fancy over their physical discipline as much as Americans do with their Hollywood ornaments. Americans simply use high grade trash to sublimate base instincts, and Cruz takes on the role of the typical disenfranchised victim, fixated and dismissed, not for telling the truth, but for lack of adaptable outgrowth to move beyond the entrapment.

Yesha Callahan's aggregate hurried article on the family court battle between Halle and Aubry is as muddled as Berry's psyche, evidently. We understand that Halle is angry, throwing out 'the one drop theory' to shame bigots, but why is race such an elemental factor here? Aubry certainly knew Berry was mixed race, and Berry certainly knew Aubry was European when they married. The marriage failed, and I am sure we all have crocodile tears from losing our peeping tom rights on that beautiful people copulation, but that is par for the course. Halle and Yesha both engage in a disservice in the rarefied privilege of liberalism: stooping. Vilifying Aubry without allowing his side of the argument on the record is the equivalent of African magical thinking. The latest take on Ebosse's death is a severe post game beating.