Just finished watching Half Moon Street (1986) and Micki & Maude (1984)...

The Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker

https://neverendingrealm.com/reviews/the-legend-of-zelda-wind-waker-gc-review/

This newest Legend of Zelda, has probably been the most controversial one and because of this I approached this game differently than I had approached any other of its predecessors. I can blame my lack of enthusiasm on the misconceptions I had on the Cel- Shaded look. However once I started playing I realized that maybe on this particular title cel-shading works best. The Wind Waker is the best Zelda since Ocarina of Time, Yet Ocarina it’s still the king.

Graphically the Wind Waker blows away any game on the genre in what artistic design is concerned. If someone asks me which is the best looking RPG I have played, the Wind Waker will certainly be in the top three, yet I feel that I have seen more technically impressive games before such as Skies Of Arcadia and Ocarina of Time on their time. Instead of exploiting Game Cube’s visual capabilities, the Wind Waker does more to exploit the Game Cube’s scope capabilities. Simple I bet you part of the reason why Miyamoto went for cel-shading instead of a more realistic look was that this game’s world was too huge to keep it running smoothly in full polygonal three dimensional glory. The same goes for the enemies and the people that you meet during your quest, their animation and their movements are fluid something that would have been impossible to accomplish in such detail if the graphics were realistic. In battles for example, were now there is no slowdown at all the framerate would have dropped. Another reason for Nintendo to go this style probably was that they wanted the player to experience something new and fresh, which it is. I will admit I was one of the louder skeptics when Miyamoto took this visual direction and I would like to apologize I believe Wind Waker’s graphics fit the game’s theme perfectly. And rest assured the graphical artistry in this game is unrivaled. Everything from Link to the seagulls has been beautifully animated.

Story wise Wind Waker is hard to rate. The story starts out brilliantly. With Link celebrating his birthday and being dressed in the traditional elfin green clothes. Then everything turns into a nightmare when his sister is mistaken with Tetra (a young pirate girl) and is kidnapped by a giant bird. While at first look this introduction might sound silly, it’s very well written and trust me from here on, the narrative gets really good. Things get interesting when you learn that the bird only kidnaps girls with ‘pointy’ ears like Link’s sister and Tetra. The Pacing and the translation are excellent. I found myself playing more to know what would happen next in the story than playing for the gameplay which is strange since Zelda even at it’s best in Ocarina had never been exactly a literary achievement. Yet the story builds itself so well that one point I was thinking that maybe Nintendo had gotten it right and that the Wind Waker could surpass Ocarina on the strength of it’s story. Yet my hopes were let down because at about halfway point in the game the big shocker (which I will not spoil here) was unleashed upon me. What a tremendous shocker it was so good and unexpected that it sent shivers through my spine, it was undoubtedly the climax of the game. The problem was like I said before it happened with half of the game still left to play. Now do not get me wrong I had no problem with the timing in which this plot event was unleashed. What I have a problem with is the fact that the plot came crashing down into a slow and predictable manner afterwards which drags into the uninspired ending which by comparison to the beginning of the story pales. Simply put the ending did not met the expectations I had formed on my mind after that great discovery in the middle of the game. The ending was predictable and felt rushed. Wind Waker has the best Narrative in the series for about half of the game then it destroys itself. Ocarina to me was better for it was more consistent.

Musically the game is on par with the other games. Infact I can say there was more variety on this game than on any of the others. For example there is music every where even when you hit an enemy there is a musical sound for it which builds suspense in the fights. The Wind Waker songs though fall just short of the quality of the Ocarina songs in Ocarina of Time. Yet Koji Kondo has another masterpiece soundtrack under his belt.

Gameplay wise this Zelda mirrors the N64 ones in every possible way. Z-targeting is still the way to battle which is perfect for I think that this is the best way to fight in this type of game. I never truly experienced any type of camera problems. With brings me to the new added ‘free’ camera which you control with the ‘C’ stick, and can zoom in and out at your leisure just as it can rotate around Link allowing you to get a better look at your surroundings. Also there are new additions to Link’s repertoire of moves such as ‘crouch’ and ‘sidle. And finally the addition of a new item called the grappling hook and the ability to pick up an enemy’s weapon.

The battles are like I said before identical to those found in Ocarina and Majora’s except for a new parry attack feature which works by Z-targeting an enemy and waiting for the ‘A’ button to flash and pressing it exactly at the right time. The game’s dungeons are well designed, but I found them to be too easy and predictable, and while they are huge in appearance I felt that they were short because I finished them pretty quickly. There is only one major problem with the dungeons and that is that there aren’t enough of them. Only seven, Which brings me to my next complaint. Once you get to the climax that I was talking about earlier, you take on two more dungeons before you learn that you must get the eight triforce shards that are buried somewhere on the sea. Now it would have been nice if instead of eight you had four pieces and four more dungeons that you had to complete in order to get them. Yet Nintendo decided to abuse the sailing feature of the game by forcing you to sail to the islands to get them. But not before sailing to different islands to get the charts and sailing to back to tingle island to get the Maps deciphered. In other words it’s time consuming and after a couple of hours of seeing the seemly endless blue sea and sailing back and forth between places you will get sick of sailing and will curse the day Miyamoto and his team decided that sailing was ‘fun’. Of course there is a warp song that helps somewhat but that still doesn’t save sailing from becoming a burden.

In what minigames are concerned this Zelda has the most of them, there is one at practically every corner you turn into. This gives the game the longest replay value a Zelda has ever had, in ocarina you only collected hearts and skullkutas. In Wind Waker you collect everything from pictures to hearts to necklaces to flowers etc. In fact after you finish the game once there is an option for a second quest which it’s very tempting until you realize you don’t want to sail ever again after collecting the eight tri-force shards. On a sad gameplay note I am truly disappointed at the fact that Link can’t go underwater on this game and at the fact that even though the gameworld is covered by 90 percent water there is no fishing game!?

The Wind Waker is a must own and quite possible the best Zelda after the still undisputed Action-RPG king: Ocarina of Time. Even with the disappointing conclusion of the story and the tedious long sailing stretches, Wind Waker is a full-fledged Zelda title and a true sequel to Ocarina of Time that no gamer should miss.

Gameplay: 9.8-Typical Zelda masterful gameplay, but where is the fishing game? Why can’t I go swiming underwater? Sailing get’s annoying.
Graphics: 10.0-Artistic design in this beast is unmatched.
Music: 8.9-weaker than in previous Zelda games, Koji Kondo must be sliping.
Story: 9.0-The best ever in a Zelda game for half a game… then it destroys itself.
Addictiveness: 9.5-Where is the fishing game!? But on a good note there are lots of things to collect.
Overall: 9.0-Might be the best Zelda since Ocarina, even though Majora is pretty close.

Now listening to Station Nova by Waveshaper and Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse by Daniel Pemberton...

On Granville Street in Downtown Vancouver. Summer of 2018.

Granville Street is a major street in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, and part of Highway 99. Granville Street is most often associated with the Granville Entertainment District and the Granville Mall. This street also cuts through suburban neighborhoods like Shaughnessy, and Marpole via the Granville Street Bridge.

The community was known as "Gastown" (Gassy's Town) after its first citizen - Jack Deighton, known as "Gassy" Jack. "To gas" is period English slang for "to boast and to exaggerate". In 1870 the community was laid out as the "township of Granville" but everybody called it Gastown. The name Granville honours Granville Leveson-Gower, 2nd Earl Granville, who was British Secretary of State for the Colonies at the time of local settlement.

In 1886 it was incorporated as the city of Vancouver, named after Captain George Vancouver, who accompanied James Cook on his voyage to the West Coast and subsequently spent 2 years exploring and charting the West Coast.

During the 1950s, Granville Street attracted many tourists to one of the world's largest displays of neon signs.

Towards the middle of the twentieth century, the Downtown portion of Granville Street had become a flourishing centre for entertainment, known for its cinemas (built along the "Theatre Row," from the Granville Bridge to where Granville Street intersects Robson Street), restaurants, clubs, the Vogue and Orpheum theatres, and, later, arcades, pizza parlours, pawn stores, pornography shops and strip clubs.

By the late 1990s, Granville Street suffered gradual deterioration and many movie theatres, such as "The Plaza, Caprice, Paradise, [and] Granville Centre [...] have all closed for good," writes Dmitrios Otis in his article "The Last Peep Show." In the early 2000s, the news of the upcoming 2010 Winter Olympic Games, to be hosted in Whistler, a series of gentrification projects, still undergoing as of 2006, had caused the shutdown of many more businesses that had heretofore become landmarks of the street and of the city.

Also, Otis writes that "once dominated by movie theatres, pinball arcades, and sex shops [Downtown Granville is being replaced] by nightclubs and bars, as [...it] transforms into a booze-based 'Entertainment District'." In April 2005, Capitol 6, a beloved 1920s-era movie theatre complex (built in 1921 and restored and reopened in 1977) closed its doors (Chapman). By August 2005, Movieland Arcade, located at 906 Granville Street became "the last home of authentic, 8 mm 'peep show' film booths in the world" (Otis). On July 7, 2005, the Granville Book Company, a popular and independently owned bookstore was forced to close (Tupper) due to the rising rents and regulations the city began imposing in the early 2000s in order to "clean up" the street by the 2010 Olympics and combat Vancouver's "No Fun City" image. (Note the "Fun City" red banners put up by the city on the lamp-posts in the pizza-shop photograph). Landlords have been unable to find replacement tenants for many of these closed locations; for example, the Granville Book Company site was still boarded up and vacant as of July 12, 2006.

While proponents of the Granville gentrification project in general (and the 2010 Olympics in specific) claim that the improvements made to the street will only benefit its residents, the customers frequenting the clubs and the remaining theatres and cinemas, maintain that the project is a temporary solution, since the closing down of the less "classy" businesses, and the build-up of Yaletown-style condominiums in their place, will not eliminate the unwanted pizzerias, corner-stores and pornography shops - and their patrons - but will simply displace them elsewhere (an issue reminiscent of the city's long-standing inability to solve the problems of the DTES).

 

Just finished watching The Flash (2023) and Elemental (2023)...

BOOK REVIEW: New Earth, by Ben Bova

https://atboundarysedge.com/2021/05/08/book-review-new-earth-by-ben-bova/comment-page-1/

A small group of scientists land on a new planet, a paradise world much like Earth itself. But they are eighty years’ travel away from Earth, and no one is coming to help them. Exploring this strange new world, the scientists discover they may not be as alone as they first believed . . .

Ben Bova died in November last year, and it was that news that made me really investigate his work. His was a name I’d seen on used bookshelves here and there, and no surprise as he was incredibly prolific, with three figures of books to his name. But he doesn’t seem to have hit the big time in the UK the way he has in the US, so it’s perhaps unsurprising it’s taken me a while to get to him. When I compiled my Heavy Hitters list, his name was up there. After a little investigation, it’s his Grand Tour series that immediately grabbed my attention. With over two dozen books, it’s a mix of smaller series and standalones that create a future history of our solar system and beyond. I decided to start with New Earth, which comes towards the end of the Gran Tour chronologically, but is one of the more standalone offerings. Now that I’ve finished, I have only one question.

Why, why, why, did I wait so long to read Ben Bova?

New Earth is an astonishingly good book, easily my favourite book I’ve read this year. Bova’s career spanned decades, and it shows in his writing. Thematically, it’s a very modern novel, with climate change and overpopulation being major concerns. But in the writing itself, the style is reminiscent of the clear-cut, no nonsense prose I associate with Asimov and the Golden Age. Hard SF has a reputation for being impenetrable and tedious. Bova proves that idea to be a fallacy. I can’t remember the last time I read a book this accessible. The concepts involved are headbenders, but I never felt stupid as I was reading. Bova doesn’t exactly hold your hand, but he takes his time to make sure you understand what’s happening. This is idea-driven science fiction at its very finest, and it plays with tropes I love in new and clever ways.

What really sets New Earth apart from almost every other book I’ve read is the pacing. There’s barely any conflict in this book whatsoever, and even that is limited to a few arguments between colleagues. There’s not a trace of actual, physical violence. It’s not that there’s no threat. Events on Earth and elsewhere are borderline apocalyptic, but it all feels very remote. The main thrust of the novel is incredibly cosy. The closest thing I can compare it to is Star Trek. A group of scientists land on a planet, explore it, discuss science and morality, and then reach an understanding that enriches their lives. It’ so simple, but elegantly so, and I wish there were more books like this out there. It’s unashamedly pro-science and deeply humanist at the same time.

Being part of a larger connected universe, there are a few things here that I’m obviously lacking context for. Interludes flash back to our solar system, and the characters here cross over from other Grand Tour novels. Despite the lack of context, my enjoyment of the book was never reduced. They feel like teasers for a larger universe, rather than detracting from the individual novel. This isn’t a Marvel situation where you need to know all the links, it’s a subtle reminder that there is more at work here than just one team of scientists, and absolutely makes me want to read more.

As an introduction to Ben Boa, I couldn’t have hoped for more from New Earth. If the rest of his work is up to this incredible standard, I may have a new favourite author on my hands.

Now reading The Last Of The Mohicans by James Fenimore Cooper...

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The Stranger: Revisiting Race in an L.A. Murder

https://crimereads.com/the-stranger-revisiting-race-in-an-l-a-murder/

In 1997, Ennis Cosby was shot and killed by Mike Markhasev. The killer claimed it was a botched robbery. Others suspected racism.

Just after midnight, on a chilly Thursday in January, a young man pulled off California’s Interstate 405 and parked at the edge of the quiet mountains. He didn’t have a choice. His dark green Mercedes Benz convertible had a flat, and in his twenty-seven years on Earth, he had probably never needed to change a tire himself. He was a rich kid, a wad of cash in his wallet and a Rolex on his wrist. This was far from unusual in these parts, the Santa Monica Mountains, where Los Angeles’s elite sit on their balconies and watch the city lights float like bioluminescence in the darkness. He had taken the exit for the Skirball Cultural Center, a museum cut into the side of the mountain range and dedicated to “welcoming the stranger” and the “American democratic ideals of freedom and equality.” It was hard to see from where he was sitting.

The exit had taken him to a small connecting road saddled up against the greenery of a mountain. He had been on his way to visit his friend, Stephanie Crane, and took out his cellphone to call her for help. In 1997, guys as rich as him and from a family as prominent as his didn’t have to worry that someone might see his expensive cell phone and think that he was a drug dealer. He wasn’t some punk high school kid with a Motorola and a bag of cocaine swishing in his backpack. In fact, he was on holiday break from his graduate studies at the Teachers College of Columbia University. He struggled with dyslexia, and although he could have easily taken a role in his family’s business, he wanted to help children overcome their learning disorders like he had. He wanted them to understand that there’s a sequence to things, even when nothing seems to make sense.

He waited in his Mercedes. He was in the Sepulveda Pass, the dark corridor between two sides of the Santa Monica Mountains, the freeway running through it like a river of sequins.

Stephanie eventually pulled up behind him and turned on her high beams to give him some light. He got out of his car and inspected the tire. Stephanie was a real friend, maybe even a girlfriend. Even though he had only known her for a few days, and they didn’t go way back, she still came to his rescue, because he was the kind of guy who deserved a thing like that.

As Stephanie sat in her car behind him, another young man emerged out of the darkness, a gun in his hand, and knocked on her window.

“Open the door or I’ll kill you!” yelled eighteen-year-old Mike, a gang member who had been hanging out with his associates at the museum’s Park & Ride across the street.

Stephanie, terrified, sped away for a few meters and then circled back.

In the few seconds that she was gone, Mike ran up to her friend, pointed his .38 caliber pistol at his head, and demanded money.

One of the worst parts of losing a loved one is trying to understand what they were thinking in their last moments of life. I never knew the victim personally, but I remember being a kid and seeing him on the cover of Time magazine while in line at Gelson’s Market with my mother. He sat in a tuxedo with bright eyes and a close-lipped smile, his father draping his arms proudly over his son’s shoulders. The caption to the right of them read, “A Death in the Family.”

As I reviewed the case nearly twenty years later, I was kept awake by the infinite possibilities of his final moments, the eternity in the second in which he realized what was about to happen.

He was confused. He had once said, “The happiest day of my life occurred when I found out I was dyslexic. I believe that life is finding solutions, and the worst feeling to me is confusion.”

Mike, the gangster, later told his friend, “You know what [he] told me? He told me never had a gun to his face before and to kick back and hold on.”

The two young men shook. One was just too slow, so Mike “just blasted him” point-blank in the head, their faces lit up in the night like phosphorous.

By the time Stephanie returned, the victim was lying on his back, his left arm wrapped around his head, his right hand by his knee, still clutching a pack of cigarettes.

Law enforcement said that it was a botched robbery and that Mike and his fellow gangsters, who drove the getaway car, were waiting for a drug connection and found something else. Maybe they had seen the cellphone. It was deemed a “wrong place, wrong time” situation, nothing more or less.

Like an alien abduction.

It was peculiar that the victim’s Rolex had remained on his wrist, the wad of cash still in his pocket. Nothing was stolen from the scene. This irked me, as it had conspiracy theorists all over L.A. Bunk theories, ranging from mob hits to illicit homosexual relationships, flourished everywhere.

But there was no conspiracy behind it––or, at least, not a new or unique one.

It reminded me of a scene from In Cold Blood, what Perry Smith told Truman Capote after murdering the father of the Clutter Family in a botched robbery:

“I didn’t want to harm the man. I thought he was a very nice gentleman. Soft spoken. I thought so right up to the moment I cut his throat.”

There was something Perry Smith hated in Herb Clutter. There was something that Mike hated in his victim, something that was overlooked by law enforcement, the judicial system, the media, and the court of public opinion. It seemed strange to me that no one seemed to acknowledge the obvious:

That Mike was white, and that his victim, Ennis Cosby, son of Bill Cosby, was Black.

Though the murder of Ennis Cosby was shocking, it wasn’t considered as newsworthy as others of its time. The trials of the Menendez Brothers and O.J. Simpson, as well as the ever-present echoes of the Manson Family and the Black Dahlia, dominated the world of L.A. true crime, which had already become its own subgenre. The trial was unremarkable and the case closed relatively quickly (Mike didn’t officially confess until after the trial was over, but he wasn’t fooling anyone before then). What did stand out, to me, was the Cosby’s family’s unusual plea to the judge: to spare the life of their son’s murderer. They didn’t want another young man to die.

The trial ended without incident and was, from then on, regarded as just another celebrity tragedy.

That doesn’t mean that Ennis wasn’t mourned. The public knew him as Theo Huxtable, the handsome and endearing son of America’s then-father, Dr. Cliff Huxtable. Theo was modeled closely after Ennis, especially in his narrative of overcoming dyslexia, a defining feature of both adolescents’ journeys into adulthood. Most viewers of The Cosby Show, which was then in syndication, may have never met Ennis—or even knew that he existed––but they understood him so personally through his television incarnation that the news of his murder would have seemed intimately cruel.  Those who knew the connection between Theo and Ennis may have felt like they had lost a friend.

In 2014, when I was in graduate school, I was introduced to Mikhail “Mike” Markhasev over a bottle of iced tea from the snack cart in the visitation room at the state prison in Corcoran, California. I was interviewing men in the Protective Housing Unit, or P.H.U., a place for inmates who couldn’t survive in the general prison population because of the infamy of their crimes. The P.H.U. ended up being a retirement home for aging criminals, like Charles Manson and Sirhan Sirhan, and Mike was one of its few young inmates. He had just turned eighteen when he murdered Ennis. Back then, he had a thick mat of black hair and a clean-shaven face, but over the course of nearly twenty years his features had inverted: a shaved head, a neat, short-boxed beard, and a pair of reading glasses made him appear more like a fellow graduate student than a lifer. Tall, pale, and lean, the prisoner seemed to have avoided the sun and wear of the perilous San Joaquin Valley.

As we introduced ourselves, an elderly Charles Manson gummed down a candy bar behind us.

Over the next few years, Mike and I wrote to each other and visited when we could. In his late thirties, he seemed to show great remorse. He even refused to submit a request for parole, believing that he didn’t deserve to leave prison. He became meticulously devout, spending countless days studying next to a local Orthodox priest in the visitation room in order to slowly piece his soul back together.

Mike wasn’t the only member of a street gang who sought remorse and reform in prison. His previous gang involvement was still, however, perplexing. Although they weren’t rich, his grandparents took good care of him, and he always knew he was loved; nearly two decades later, they still visited him in prison nearly every week, picking at a bowl of nuts. He wasn’t starving for anything. He was a Ukrainian immigrant but spoke English so well that he would have never had trouble making friends. He didn’t fit the pattern of what one might imagine as a fledgling L.A. gangster, born into a continuous cycle of insurmountable poverty and neighborhood violence. His choice to join a Hispanic gang as a white kid from North Hollywood suggested that he was actively looking for trouble, even if there were no indication that he was about to turn.

After the murder, the Los Angeles Times interviewed his former classmate, Robert. “This is really weird. I would talk to him and stuff, and he never seemed like a troublemaker. He was a nice, everyday kind of dude.”

In the same article, an ex-girlfriend remembered him being, “Nice, I don’t want to say too nice, but really, really nice.”

His North Hollywood landlady, Olga, also told the Times, “He dressed like a normal teenager, wore the baggy clothes like everyone, seemed normal. “Nobody ever complained about him.”

After the murder, Mike told another confident, “I killed a n—–. It’s all over the news.”

After a few years, I asked Mike, “Looking back, as a mature man, do you think eighteen-year-old Mike would have pulled the trigger if Ennis weren’t Black?… Do you think he would have spared Ennis if he were white?”

Now, regardless of how remorseful he was, Mike wasn’t stupid. There’s no question that the crime started off as a robbery, and it was clear that Mike, who was loaded on heroin and cocaine the night of the crime, acted erratically in his decision to murder Ennis. A simple answer of “yes” would have potentially turned this case into a verifiable hate crime, something that could deeply affect his future in prison, especially if he chose to re-think parole. Regardless, a simple answer was impossible.

He answered:

“I did view Mr. Cosby as less than human. What changed everything was when [Stephanie Crane] left, my friends and partners in crime drove up alongside Ennis’s car, because they thought that ‘something happened,’ and they came to pick me up––they were waiting for me to return with the loot. So, if initially I had no intention of shooting Ennis––only to rob him and flee behind the thick curtain of night’s anonymity, now I was faced with a serious ‘security breach,’ so to speak: the clock was ticking it was a matter of seconds before Ms. Crane would contact someone; plus Ennis now saw my friend’s car, my friends’ faces (the car illuminated them), and me. My foremost concern was not getting caught and covering my tracks quickly: fueled by a drug-scorched mind, I simply set a three-second deadline for Ennis (who was still trying to process what was going on), gave him a warning, and then caved into my impatience by firing the gun. That was it.

“Did I have to shoot him? Certainly not. Could I have simply gotten in the car and left? Yes, but my paranoid mind was swimming with sirens, helicopters, and handcuffs.

“As you see the fact that Ennis was Black wasn’t the primary motive in this murder. Was I racist at the time? Absolutely. Did my racism allow me to murder a Black man without a pang of conscience and afterwards and afterwards rationalize what I did as ‘no big deal,’—almost some sick ‘community service’ when filtered through my belief system at the time—as seen through the warped worldview and demonic logic I lived by? But, it’s still a fact that main impulse of my evil act stemmed from self-preservation: I didn’t want to get popped.”

If he were worried about getting caught, why couldn’t he have just run away? He knew that Stephanie had already seen him, so much so that she helped a forensic artist sketch a stunningly accurate facial composite of Mike which was used to incriminate him. Murdering Ennis wouldn’t have done away with a lone witness. Stephanie, who was only a few yards away from the shooting, had more than enough information to testify against Mike for murder. Why didn’t Mike try to do away with Stephanie, a white woman who, in a matter of seconds, returned to the exact place of the shooting? It’s difficult to piece together how exactly why he thought his actions were “self-preserving.” Maybe it was the drugs, or maybe another current ran silently through him as well.

A young woman, Sara, who was with Mike after the murder, remembered him lamenting, “Why did it have to happen? Why did I have to do it?”

Was this admission more than simply rhetorical?

Had the hard drugs and fear of getting caught completely stripped away Mike’s ability to think rationally? Was he left purely to impulse, and was this impulse rooted in self-preservation, or something else as well? I thought of French Algerian character of Meursalt in Albert Camus’ L’Etranger, who, in a moment of heat-induced disorientation, shoots and kills an Arab man out of an unidentified impulse. The question at the center of the crimes of Mike Markhasev and the fictional Meursalt isn’t a matter of pre-meditation. Instead, it’s: “Why was this your impulse?” Again, there is no evidence to suggest that Mike’s crime started out as anything but a robbery, or that he planned on hurting Ennis at all. It ended, however, as something much more complicated.

Mike truly believed that the impulse that lead to the murder of Ennis Cosby was self-preservation. To deny the obvious presence of a second, more sinister impulse, was something too uncomfortable for nearly everyone involved in the case––and for the people of L.A.–– to believe. After denying his own parole petition, Mike, now sober, spent years in the P.H.U. as a model prisoner, renouncing his racism and dedicating himself to keeping at-risk kids off the street. Determining whether or not his years of hard attrition have changed his deepest impulses would be the work of a psychologist, or a philosopher.

Regardless, the trial didn’t just incriminate Mike Markhasev. It indicted the City of L.A., which was still reeling from the 1992 Riots and the trial of O.J. Simpson. Perhaps no one wanted to talk about race anymore. There was no mention of Ennis’s race during the two-week-long trial, and there was no allegation that Mike murdered Ennis because he was Black. The only person who said anything about the matter publicly was Camille Cosby, the bereaved mother, in a USA Today article published the day after the trial ended, writing:

“I believe America taught our son’s killer to hate African Americans…All African-Americans, regardless of their educational and economic accomplishments, have been and are at risk in America simply because of their skin colors. Sadly, my family and I experienced that to be one of America’s racial truths.”

The Washington Post commented, “Emotional words––gone too far––of an embittered mother who has tragically lost her only son? Or has she expressed an inescapable racial truth about America?”

Camille exposed the deeply racist concept of “Black exceptionalism,” the idea that a Black person is somehow elevated, or more redeemable, if they accomplish great things in white society. It’s the idea that someone can earn their way out of their Blackness through commitment to “white” ideals and become one of “the good ones.” Ennis Cosby, a deeply exceptional human, was a victim of this line of thinking. Perhaps the subject of his race was never broached because those involved in the trial refused to see Ennis as Black, and thus denied him the vital considerations that should have been taken into account in a case like this.

In 2020, Americans are recognizing that hate crimes don’t have a singular look. A drugged out, confused teenaged gangster shot Ennis Cosby, and his deeply held racist beliefs were likely to have influenced his decision, but the Los Angeles judicial system committed a farther-reaching crime by avoiding an uncomfortable question. It should have asked, “What role did race play in this suffering?”  It’s the same question that we must ask when a policeman shoots a Black person, or a riot squad tear-gasses a crowd of protestors, and it’s very likely that the perpetrators will honestly believe, like Mike, that they were protecting themselves. Even though it occurred twenty-three years ago, the story of the murder of Ennis Cosby is a primer for 2020, for understanding the dangers in avoiding hard questions and in ignoring the layers behind our own impulses, no matter how honorable or necessary acting on these impulses may seem.

It wasn’t salacious as the Black Dahlia, or mythological like the Manson Family murders, but the death of Ennis Cosby will always be the quintessential Los Angeles murder, rooted in a place that insists on its own enlightenment but is terrified to look in the mirror.

Striking at the Core of the Lies: Grover Furr Against the ‘Anti-Stalinist Infamy’

https://www.revolutionarydemocracy.org/rdv14n2/furr.htm

By the end of the 1980s almost all newspapers and magazines, TV and radio programmes in the USSR regularly informed their audiences about events which took place 35 to 60 years ago and which were connected with the life and activity of Joseph V. Stalin. The vast majority of these articles and programmes attacked Stalin accusing him of horrible crimes. At that time it seemed that if one switched on an electric iron it would also start speaking on Stalin’s misdeeds.

The sudden turn of public attention to the distant past reminded one of the events of 1780 in London which were described by Charles Dickens in his historic novel ‘Barnaby Rudge’. At that time millions of leaflets and pamphlets were published devoted to the reprisals against the Protestants by the Catholic Queen Mary I (1553-1558). At the mass meetings speakers denounced the long deceased Queen of Britain for the executions performed during her reign. They claimed that the atrocities of the XVIth century soon would be repeated by the supporters of the creed shared by Mary I. In fact the campaign served to prepare ground for the coup d’etat designed by certain ruling circles of Britain which were headed by Lord George Gordon.

Similarly the vast anti-Stalinist propaganda campaign launched by ‘Fifth Column’ of the West was not a mere exercise in history. Its goal was to discredit the socialist achievements of the USSR and prepare for the destruction of the USSR. And yet the the USSR and the other European people’s democratic countries did not put an end to the anti-Stalinist campaign. On the contrary the ruling classes of Russia and other states set up on the ruins of the Soviet Union and the people’s democracies continue to spread anti-Stalinist calumnies trying to prove that the existing regimes saved millions of people from the sufferings and mass executions of Stalin’s or neo-Stalinist ‘totalitarian’ dictatorship.

The first seeds for this anti-Stalinist campaign were sown by Leo Trotsky in the 1920s and 1930s. Trotsky’s slanderous efforts were continued and developed by N. S. Khrushchev, who in 1922-24 was an active supporter of Trotsky. Khrushchev’s report on 25th February 1956 at the closed session of the XXth CPSU Congress became the core of the all later accusations against Stalin.

Since the middle of the XXth century the lies invented by Trotsky and Khrushchev grew in volume like a snowball being rolled in winter in a Russian field. Authors from the USSR and other countries presented Stalin as a pathological killer driven by paranoid impulses. They accused Stalin of crimes committed against honest revolutionaries even before the October Revolution as they claimed that he served as a secret agent of the Tsarist police. The anti-Stalinists asserted that only by hook and crook Stalin got to the top posts of the Bolshevik party. They assured that Lenin wanted to get rid of Stalin and only Lenin’s disease and death prevented Stalin’s demise.

While describing Stalin’s role as a leader of the Soviet Union the anti-Stalinists accused him of gross mistakes in policy-making and large-scale crimes caused by his maniacal character. They declared that Stalin’s programme of industrialisation and the collectivisation of agriculture brought about only economic ruin, inhuman suffering and the deaths of millions of people. Describing the ‘horrors’ of Stalin’s rule authors of an article distributed by the Internet stated that ‘when in 1941 Hitler invaded the USSR, the Red Army was just a bare skeleton, while the population suffered from hunger and terror’. No wonder that anti-Stalinists repeated that the victory over the Nazi Germany and its allies was achieved ‘contrary to Stalin’.

While completely denying the strong points of Stalin and the achievements of the USSR under his leadership anti-Stalinists often accused him of misdeeds for which he could not be responsible and blamed him for crimes which he physically could not commit. In his 5 books Arsen Nartirosyan attacked 200 anti-Stalinist myths and yet his list of myths does not embrace the whole volume of anti-Stalinist accusations. Each of these myths makes one recall the famous phrase of Sherlock Holmes: ‘A lie, Watson – a great, big, thumping, obtrusive, uncompromising lie – that’s what meets us on the threshold!’

At present anti-Stalinism became a part of schooling in Russia. The manuals on Russia’s history are replete with slander against Stalin and his activity. There are special programmes for school teachers which dwell on minute details on how to instil anti-Stalinism in the minds of children. In the Internet one may find programmes of anti-Stalinist conferences for student audiences. Practically every day one may see anti-Stalinist programmes on Russian TV, hear attacks on Stalin on Russian radio and read anti-Stalinist articles in the daily or weekly Russian press.

Yet despite all these efforts, polls register that over 50% of Russia’s population find at least some positive features in Stalin and his statesmanship. Up to 40% of those polled said that Stalin did more good than bad. And just less than 25% of those polled shared the official lie, asserting that Stalin brought only harm to Soviet people and the world as a whole.

The popularity of Stalin became evident during the electronic poll conducted in summer 2008 when the Russian users of Internet were urged to choose the name of a person who should symbolise Russia. In the middle of July 2008 the leader was ‘Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin’ (198 338 votes). A popular singer of the 1980s Vladimir Vysotsky took 2nd place (146 928). Vladimir Ilyich Lenin occupied 3rd place (120 823). Boris Yeltsin took the 9th place (69 285). The results of the poll shocked the organisers of the poll. Measures were taken to increase the number of votes for Nicolas II, Yeltsin and other figures symbolising anti-socialism and anti-communism.

No doubt that the growth of Stalin’s popularity was made possible due to gradual changes in the mentality of Russia’s people who started to realise the dire consequences of capitalist restoration. Yet a considerable role in these changes was performed by the publications which reject anti-Stalinist falsehoods. During the last years there were published a number of books and articles which ran counter to the dominant anti-Stalinist propaganda. One may name V. Karpov’s ‘Generalissimo’ in two volumes, Y. Zhukov’ s ‘Different Stalin’, N. Êàpchenko’s ‘The Political Biography of Stalin’ in two volumes, V. Sukhodeev’s ‘Stalin in life and legends’, S. Semanov’s ‘Stalin. Lessons of life and activity’, Rybases’ (Svayatoslav and Ekatherine) ‘Stalin. Destiny and Strategy’ in two volumes and many others. (The author of this article also wrote a number of books on Stalin’s life and activity, including his biography in two volumes.) Despite the fact that the authors of these books and articles do not always share the same political and ideological views they are united in their efforts to disprove the existing bulk of anti-Stalinist lies.

Some of the recently published books are specially devoted to exposition of the most notorious anti-Stalinist lies. Thus S. Mironin’s book ‘Stalin’s order’ consists of seven chapters. Each chapter refutes a particular anti-Stalinist myth (‘Genocide against the Ukrainians by provoking mass hunger in 1932 – 1933’; ‘Great terror of 1937 – 1938’, ‘Genocide against the deported peoples’; ‘The Leningrad case’; ‘Stalin’s anti-Semitism’: ‘Stalin’s paranoia’; ‘The destruction of the Soviet school of genetics by Stalin’.)

Anti-Stalinist lies were exposed also in a number of articles published by the opposition press. Many of such articles were written by a former Great Patriotic War veteran Vladimir Bushin. In his articles he often ridicules anti-Stalinists, pointing out gross discrepancies and obvious falsehood of their propaganda. Sometimes the readers of Bushin’s articles also contribute to his expositions. Thus E. G. Repin in his letter to V. S. Bushin cited different anti-Stalinists who claimed that at Stalin’s time from 30 to 100 million persons were persecuted. Repin pointed out that while practically all those who were arrested for crimes against the Soviet state were rehabilitated during more than 50 years since 1956, their number did not exceed 1.5 million. It stands to reason that the figures used by anti-Stalinist propaganda exaggerated the real number of those arrested many times.

Besides there is a growing doubt that some of those who were rehabilitated in 1956 and afterwards were innocent. Many arguments which destroy this impression were presented in the book by Grover Furr which was translated in Russian under the title ‘Anti-Stalinist Infamy” (‘Antistalinskaya podlost’, Moscow, ‘Algotritm’, 2008). In his book Grover Furr strikes at the core of anti-Stalinist dogmas. Taking Khrushchev’s 1956 report paragraph by paragraph Grover Furr proves that ‘the most famous speech of the XXth century’ was nothing but a pack of lies.

Supporting his conclusion by extensive quotations from various documents Furr shows that Khrushchev’s report contradicted facts and logic. Comparing evidence of statistics and many witnesses Furr shows that Khrushchev misinterpreted major events of the Soviet history. In many cases Furr demonstrated that Khrushchev distorted the letters and speeches which he quoted in his report by omitting essential passages.

By exposing Khrushchev’s lies Grover Furr restores the real Soviet history. He states true facts about relations based on mutual trust and understanding between V. Lenin and J. Stalin before December 1922. Furr explains that there was the Politburo decision which made Stalin responsible for strict medical regime safeguarding Lenin’ health during his disease. It was Lenin’s wife N. Krupskaya who violated this regime and Stalin protested against it. This was the main reason for a subsequent quarrel between Stalin and Lenin which was not wholly solved due to the fact that Lenin suffered a stroke in March 1923. The political enemies of Stalin exaggerated the essence and importance of the quarrel and kept using the argument about Lenin’s animosity towards Stalin for many years afterwards.

Refuting Khrushchev’s charge that after having become the leader of the Communist party Stalin grossly violated principles of collectivism during discussions on all important political issues. Furr brings forth various examples of how Stalin involved as many competent persons as possible in the decision-making process and provided conditions for open and profound discussions from divergent points of view on all important subjects. Furr quotes different Soviet statesmen who remembered how Stalin recognised the validity of arguments which ran contrary to his opinion and changed his position. In fact it was Khrushchev who ignored other opinions and imposed his will upon the Party. This was the reason why he was eventually turned out of the office.

Grover Furr does not limit himself to the exposition of Khrushchev’s lies. Supporting the version of Yuri Zhukov’s book, ‘Inoi Stalin’, Furr shows that a number of Party functionaries including Khrushchev fought against Stalin’s attempts to change the composition of the whole body of the Soviet administrators. Stalin wanted to get rid of administrators who came to power at the end of the Civil War and since then did not acquire high education and experience of work on modern enterprises. Stalin wanted to replace them with persons who graduated from new Soviet high educational establishments and personally participated at the construction of the new Soviet industry and agriculture. Stalin knew that a great number of Party functionaries managed to stay in power since the end of the Civil war relying on the support of cliques composed of their friends, relatives and sycophants. Stalin wanted to put an end to such rotten practices and bring about the greater democratisation of the Soviet society. The efforts of Stalin and his supporters in the Politburo in this direction were expressed in the USSR (‘Stalin’) Constitution of 1936. The Constitution put an end to the inequality in representation between city-dwellers and villagers. It established general, direct and secret vote. Stalin urged also that elections should be conducted on a competitive basis with several candidates for a post of a Soviet deputy.

Furr discloses the complicated and contradictory character of the USSR political crisis of 1937 – 1938. The scholar shows that a number of high Party officials opposed the changes urged by Stalin since they were afraid to lose their posts during the elections. That is why they insisted on reprisals against those who might challenge them under the pretext of preventive measures against possible anti-Soviet elements.

Their resistance partly handicapped Stalin’s reforms. The demand of Stalin and his supporters to organise elections to the USSR Supreme Soviet on a competitive basis was blocked by the majority of the Politburo and the Central Committee members in October 1937. The author or this article talked recently to the former USSR Supreme Soviet chairman A. N. Lukyanov who recalled his conversation with an active Khrushchev’s supporter A. I. Mikoyan. Recalling events of October 1937 Mikoyan said: ‘We outmanoeuvred Stalin and he failed with his reform’. Stalin’s attempts to bring forth new well-educated, well-experienced persons free from corruption and habits of the Civil War time were used by feuding cliques for mass reprisals against their competitors.

Together with the People’s Commissar of Internal Affairs N. I. Yezhov such prominent Party functionaries as R. I. Eikhe, P. P. Postyshev and many others organised arrests of the Party members and non-party Soviet people on a large scale. Apart from fighting against possible competitors for their jobs they wanted to get rid of the witnesses of their involvement in anti-Government plots. Using a number of documents Furr shows their involvement in such plots.

Furr brings forth facts and figures which show that the rehabilitation of Eikhe and others was undertaken by Khrushchev in order to conceal his own active role in mass reprisals and plots. Furr quotes the text of the proceedings of the the Presidium CC CPSU session at which Khrushchev asserted that Yezhov who was the main person responsible for the arbitrary reprisals which later were called ‘Yezhovshina’ was ‘an honest man’. Furr shows that Eikhe, Postyshev, Kossior, Rudzutak and others were rehabilitated in a few days after Khrushchev arbitrarily announced at the XXth CPSU Congress that they were innocent. Their rehabilitation was performed with gross violation of legal logic and law practices.

Furr also refutes other Khrushchev’s lies. He disproves the often repeated Khrushchev’s accusation that Stalin ignored warnings about the impeding Nazi Germany’s attack on June 22, 1941 against the USSR. To Furr’s arguments it might be added that this lie was refuted already in General Tyulenev’s memories published in 1963. The general who was responsible for the air defence of Moscow recalled that on June 21 Stalin phoned him and warned that next day the German planes might attack the USSR capital. Besides in his book ‘Conversations with Stalin’ Milovan Djilas stated that in 1945 Khrushchev told him quite a different story on the subject from what he said in his 1956 report. In 1945 Khrushchev said that on June 21 Stalin phoned him. At that time Khrushchev was the First Secretary of the Central Committee of the Ukrainian Communist Party. Stalin told Khrushchev that the German attack which might happen next day and asked him to take appropriate measures.

Resorting to a number of documents Furr proves that Khrushchev lied when he stated that Stalin was in a state of panic after June 22. Many facts cited by Furr amply demonstrate falsehood of Khrushchev’s allegations that Stalin was an incompetent war leader and was capable only of making fatal mistakes.

While Furr is quite correct in refuting Khrushchev’s attacks on Beria as false and demagogic, the author of the article considers that one should also take into account other qualities of this Party leader. One should bear in mind that Beria belonged to the generation of Party functionaries who came to power immediately after the Civil war and shared both the strong points and shortcomings typical for them. Though Beria was a talented organiser and was active in building the Soviet nuclear weapons he lacked high education. Besides he was deeply involved in various inter-Party intrigues. Like many others of the representatives of this generation of administrators Beria opposed the 1936 Constitution as it is well shown in Yuri Zhukov’s book. This was also a reason why in the 1950s Beria was active in his intrigues against Stalin’s nominees and Stalin himself. Suffice it to mention the suspicious circumstances of Stalin’s fatal disease. While Stalin’s death remains covered by mystery it is well known that Beria together with Malenkov, Khrushchev and Bulganin prevented calling medical assistance to Stalin for several hours after he was found lying unconscious on the floor of his country-house.

But these remarks on Beria do not prevent the author of this article to express his high estimate of Furr’s book. There is no doubt that hitting at the core of anti-Stalinist lies Grover Furr performed a task which was long due. And he did it brilliantly.

Now reading The Demolished Man by Alfred Bester...

Japan’s ISIS Crap Photoshop Grand Prix is Hitting the “ISIS™” Psyop Where it Hurts

https://nomadiceveryman.blogspot.com/2022/06/japans-isis-crap-photoshop-grand-prix.html

The Japanese have responded to the latest “ISIS™” Crisis in style with what’s being called the “ISIS Crap Photoshop Grand Prix”

In response to the ridiculously crafted fake beheading videos, Japanese bloggers and Twitter users have decided to make fun of the “ISIS™” psyop rather than dropping to their knees and cringing in fear as is the custom here in the land of the round-eye.

With their production value being openly ridiculed in public, the b-rated studio that has been crafting these sophomoric “hearts and minds” psyops for the Global War OF Terrorism industry seems angered that their gravy train is coming off the rails.

Though I am glad to see the Japanese stepping up and calling a fraud a fraud, I just have to remind you, they weren’t the first. Not by a long shot.

The latest threat from the production house propaganda outlet revolves around two Japanese citizens who are supposedly going to be beheaded today if Japan doesn’t cough up 200 million bucks.

One of those guys is a “journalist” and the other… well, the other “dreamed of becoming a military contractor” (you can’t make this shit up).

The video features the same British MI6 agent pretending to be an “ISIS” terrorist waving around his prop knife and threatening to kill Kenji Goto (propaganda journalist formerly embedded with the FSA) and Haruna Yukawa (mentally ill contractor wannabe). It’s obviously shot in front of a green-screen with several lighting sources (in studio, not outside) and a fan blowing consistently on the shirts of the phony “victims” in an attempt to create a “breeze” effect.

The victims look bored and the “terrorist” can’t open his eyes for some reason. I guess because they are blue. Either that or the diva has become such a megastar he’s showing up for work high on crack like Charlie Sheen.

It’s about as bad as those that came before it.

- Fake Alan Henning Video
- Fake David Haines Video
- Fake James Foley Video
- Fake Steven Sotloff Video
- Fake Peter Kassig Video
- The ISIS Crisis

Clearly the U.S. is in need of yet another member of the Coalition of the Willing and Japan’s government needed some help justifying it to their population… so… here we go again.

Of course it hasn’t worked out the way they planned.

This campaign of ridicule and the popular approval it’s receiving has apparently angered the psyop’s planners. The Japanese are making fun of the cartoonish presentation of these ridiculously fake videos and it seems it might foretell the end of this particular product run. I guess no more paydays for the ISIS studios is something they are having to consider. You see, it’s bleeding into American popular culture as well.

Many Japanese blogs, including popular site My Game News Flash, are reporting how the glib Photoshops have allegedly angered ISIS members. Washington Times

Poking fun at the poorly crafted propaganda has becoming so popular, even Di$info Jone$ has decided to jump on the bandwagon after spending months propping up the “radical Islam” mythology.

I have too say I’m very glad to see this particular meme taking off.

I only wonder if perhaps a couple of my earlier efforts might be considered in the ISIS Crap Photoshop Grand Prix.

Passion for vodka kills Russian men in their thousands

https://www.reuters.com/article/health-russia-vodka/passion-for-vodka-kills-russian-men-in-their-thousands-idINDEEA0U00W20140131

A quarter of all Russian men die before they reach their mid-fifties and their passion for alcohol - particularly vodka - is largely to blame, according to research published on Friday.

A study of more than 150,000 people found extraordinarily high premature death rates among male Russians, some of whom reported drinking three or more bottles a week of the potent clear spirit.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, deaths among heavy drinkers were mainly due to alcohol poisoning, accidents, violence and suicide, as well as diseases such as throat and liver cancer, tuberculosis, pneumonia, pancreatitis and liver disease.

“Russian death rates have fluctuated wildly over the past 30 years as alcohol restrictions and social stability varied under presidents Gorbachev, Yeltsin and Putin, and the main thing driving these wild fluctuations..was vodka,” said Richard Peto of Britain’s Oxford University, who worked on the study.

The researchers, including David Zaridze from the Russian Cancer Research Centre in Moscow, noted that whereas British death rates between age 15 and 54 have been falling steadily since 1980, mainly because so many people there have stopped smoking, Russian death rates in this age range have fluctuated sharply - often approximately in line with alcohol consumption.

Under Mikhail Gorbachev’s 1985 alcohol restrictions, alcohol consumption fell by around 25 percent - and so did the death rates, they said. And when communism in Russia collapsed, alcohol consumption went up steeply, as did death rates.

More recently, since Russian alcohol policy reforms were introduced in 2006, consumption of spirits has fallen by about a third and so has the risk of death before age 55, the researchers said - although that risk is “still substantial”.

For this study, published in the Lancet medical journal, researchers asked 151,000 people how much vodka they drank, and whether they smoked, then monitored them for up to a decade.

Around 8,000 of them died during that time, and the results showed much higher risks of death in men who smoked and who also drank three or more half-litre bottles of vodka a week than in men who smoked and drank less than one bottle a week.

Zaridze described the relationship between vodka and deaths as a “health crisis” for Russia, but stressed it could also be turned around if people were to drink more moderately.

“The significant decline in Russian mortality rates following the introduction of moderate alcohol controls in 2006 demonstrates the reversibility,” he said.

“People who drink spirits in hazardous ways greatly reduce their risk of premature death as soon as they stop.”

Japanese Women by Alex Jones

Cleopatra Testing Poisons On Condemned Prisoners by Alexandre Cabanel, 1887.

Just finished watching The Hitcher (1986) and Modern Girls (1986)...

Contact by Carl Sagan – A Review

https://www.mothersprucefarm.com/contact-by-carl-sagan-a-review/#:~:text=Contact%20seems%20to%20break%20all%20of%20the%20rules,is%20open%20minded%20and%20humble%20in%20our%20lives.

I finished Contact by Carl Sagan earlier this week. It was surprisingly beautiful and exciting.

We have a tiny little library in Bay City. They have a limited selection, but the atmosphere is cozy and welcoming. I try to take the kids there once a week – whether they want to go or not. While my TBR pile is a few hundred books high, I’m always drawn to hang out in a building dedicated to books.

Hanging out on the floor, looking through the sci-fi and fantasy section, I came across Contact by Carl Sagan. I watched the Jodi Foster movie back in the ’90s. And as a lover of space, I knew the name Carl Sagan but didn’t realize he had written the book the movie was based on.

It was a hefty hardbound book. I opened it up to read the first page. This is how I determine if I want to read a book. If the first page doesn’t hook me, I’m out. This one grabbed me, and it left with me, safe and snug in my library bag.

At 480 pages long, it took me two weeks to read. I read it before bed, during lunch, and while riding my stationary bike. Sagan had a knack for dumbing down physics enough for the layperson to understand. This book has a whole lot of science in it, but it’s easy to comprehend.

I have not watched the movie since it came out on video. I couldn’t remember much of what happened in the movie –  what I read was fresh and thrilling.

The book took a long time to wind up. There was a whole lot of backstory on the main character. That being said, the pacing was good until the middle of the book. I almost skipped a few pages but managed to resist.

While reading this, it was as if I was reading Sagan’s personal beliefs versus reading a fictional story. I imagined his faith. His trust in something more. A lifelong search for answers to his questions on what space held, and why we were here. With every page, his deep respect for the cosmos is apparent.

At times the fact that a scientist wrote a work of fiction was obvious. The main character Ellie was often emotionless. Contact seems to break all of the rules of a story while following others to the T. Overall, I enjoyed the book and would read it again.

I like the message I took from it – that was, we may not be alone, and we don’t have all the answers. What we need to be is open minded and humble in our lives. We need to more open to change and different opinions. People rarely get good things from pushing their opinions or beliefs on others.

Have you read the book or watched the movie? What did you think?

Guacamelee! - Review

We step into the review ring with the puzzles, muscles, and tussles of Guacamelee to find that Metroidvania meets Mexico is a charming recipe for success.

Now listening to Moments by Boz Scaggs and Valley Girl by various artists...

On Lonsdale Avenue in North Vancouver. Summer of 2018.

KAMINARIKOZOU'S MOVIE REVIEW : The Red Tent

https://www.asahi-net.or.jp/~hj7h-tkhs/eng_review_new/eng_review_tent.html

The Red Tent depicts Gen. Nubile's North Pole expedition by adirigible which resulted in crash landing.

The Red Tent is a true story depicting the North Pole expedition by a dirigible led by Italian Gen. Nubile in 1928, which resulted in crash landing at somewhere in the vicinity of the North Pole. One more thing making this event famous is, the world famous Norwegian explorer Roald Amundsen was also lost in an attempt to rescue the survivors of this unfortunate accident. Peter Finch plays Gen. Nubile, and Sean Connery plays Amundsen. I consider their performances are quite excellent, especially watching Sean Connery play a role other than James Bond at that time is quite refreshing. And Peter Finch seems to be always reliable and acting persuasively. That's true even when he played a demented TV announcer in the movie "Network"(1976), after the completion of which he died and got the Oscar posthumously. I also remember that he played an important part in the similar kind of movie titled "The Flight of the Phoenix" in 1965, though it was about desperate persons stranded right in the middle of the Sahara desert instead of freezing arctic ocean and was a fiction completely (incidentally, German born actor Hardy Kruger also appears in both movies). Although I think that it would be very interesting to compare these two movies, because, as one is European made and the other is American, there seems to be several significant differences between them in spite of both handling similar situations, I don't have any intention to explicate it in this review, because there are other intersting points I want to mention about The Red Tent.

Unfortunately, this film lacks serious drama aspect, and also the excessive use of flash-forward technique is marring the movie itself.

Several critiques seem to have been brought against this film on the ground that there are so many awkward flash-back scenes (or rather should be called flash-forward scenes) in it to the extent that they almost destroy the integrity of the movie itself. I'm afraid I must agree to this remark. Had it not been for these unnecessary scenes and, instead, had it been spiced up by more appropriate drama aspects such as struggles for survival, which "The Flight of the Phoenix" seems to succeeded in conveying, the film could have been one of the best movies of this kind, and surely I would have given the film a five stars without any hesitation. Nevertheless, I consider the film is entitled to be referred as an excellent movie.

The Red Tent is by far the most beautiful movie ever made.

One reason for it is, "The Red Tent" is by far the most beautiful movie ever made. The scenary of arctic ocean is quite marvelous, though I don't know exactly where the film was shot. Furthermore, the simple score composed by famous Italian screen music composer Ennio Morricone (He is also famous in the field of classical area. In that area, he composes such kind of music like music-concrete or something like that, which is definetely not for ordinary audiences. Sometimes I wonder he might be composing very beautiful screen music in order to compensate it.) is surely augmenting the beautiful atmosphere. The scene of icebergs crushing into arctic ocean is literally breathtaking and awe-inspiring, and I assure you will be able to easily feel the resistance of nature refusing the trespass of human race by watching these scenes. Even it shouldn't be referred by the word "resistance", for resistance is the activity a fragile creature like human being trys to conduct. Nature is always beyond human being's imagination, and, you, for example, would never be able to fully understand the meaning of glaring eyes of a tiger that was about to eat you at his lunch time. Anyway, by this point alone, I can recommend you to watch this movie at least once.

Internationality is the key word of this movie, and it is essential for our future world.

Another reason is concerning this film's characteristic of international nature. By saying so, I am not only referring to the famous international players participating in this movie, but also referring to the nationality actually involved in this accident in 1928. The expedition itself is composed of Italian personnel. The person firstly picking up the SOS signals from the abandoned survivors is a Russian, though I don't know whether it is historically accurate or not. The first contact with the survivors is made by a Swedish pilot (played by Hardy Kruger), and, of course, aforementioned Amundsen is a Norwegian. Although I guess that there must have been serious struggles among these countries as to which country would be the first one to reach the Sauth Pole and the North Pole, they seem to work cooperatively and heroically beyond their nationalities once something bad has happened. Considering the fact the age was between two world wars, national interest must have been prioritized over everything else. Nontheless, they conduct rescue tasks together, if it wouldn't be called remarkably cohesive. Probably facing something far bigger than human interest, i.e. nature itself as I mentioned before, they might have been compelled to do so. Or rather they might have acted heroically because of their intention to show the bravery of their own country. But, whatever is the reason, this kind of cooperative works organized beyond nationality was, and, is, and, will be the most important element to achieve world level objectives. And it is especially true in the age when all the world is connected by the nexus like the Internet, even if it only means the connection in an information area alone for now. So whenever I watch this film, I cannot help feeling the freshness, the freshness that would not be attainable by the elements only limited to one country's local interest and propaganda, and I never feel any dreariness from this film usually accompanying this kind of stories. Finally thanks to the gorgeous internatinal casting of this film, which has certainly succeeded in augmenting international feel of this film. There are British players (Peter Finch, Sean Connery), Italian (Claudia Caldinale among others), German (my favorite Hardy Kruger), and also Russians (judging by the name, director must be a Russian).