Why is Jessica Alba a derivative J-Lo stand in?
For all the technical prowess of her 2008 vehicle, The Eye, Madeleine Stowe's earlier Blink has a more congruent aptitude for an American audience, if we're willing to examine what the camera offers beneath the formula. The Pang brothers remake is saying something in odious colors about predestination, the cost of going outside our limits and then returning to find new ground within them.
Now I am being irresponsible and going back to bed, and more irresponsible still, I am going to ask Karina to take me out of Riverside. Where? I do not know. Will she? We'll see.
I fully realize I'm nearing my mid-fifties. But if I leave things as they are I'll eventually lose to the strength of trauma. My aunt, her aging mind locked into the personal liberty to smoke, says I'll be making things worse, but that is relative.
I hate the African Americans who manage this section 202 building, not enough to serenade you with Keith Jesperson's disingenuous,sentiments about murder: the killing of living beings is not as routine as walking your dog, this is how predators sublimate their loss of altruism within their troupe, but enough to know if I am going to salvage anything of my youthful ambiance, I need some fresh air. I've moderated my tone a wee little, but poison strips away at the humanity of oppressors.
If we want to dwell on the incongruities as well-- Jesperson is nearly a hilarious contradiction, a Canadian who's affable in relation to homicidal impulses. At least Manson and Bundy understand Americans like glamour within the drama of our psychotics.
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