It’s not a documentary; and there’s nothing in it of the anthropological earnestness that can deaden a film that looks into an obscure corner of the world. “Beasts” has an exciting palpability, an oxygen-sharp sense of the present tense. It’s raucous and alive.
David Denby on “Beasts of the Southern Wild,” an independent film from Behn Zeitlin: http://nyr.kr/MGEfzu
Is it wrong to root for an opponent to lose, choke, get hurt? Morally? Ethically? Maybe. http://nyr.kr/MGl6Lk
In Atlanta, a drug dealer is asked to become a confidential informant for cops in a narcotics unit. He ends up turning them in when the officers try to cover up a botched drug bust that ends up killing an innocent woman:
You made a buy today for us,’ Smith explained. ‘Two $25 baggies of crack.’
‘I did?’ White asked. It took him a moment to register. ‘O.K. Who did I buy it from?’
‘Dude named Sam.’ Smith described the imaginary seller, told how Sam had taken his money then walked White to the back of the house and handed him the drugs as Smith and a fellow officer, Arthur Tesler, watched from a car across the street.
‘O.K.,’ White said. ‘Where?’
Smith said: ‘933 Neal Street. I’ll call you later.’
Now in the living room, the TV reporter was saying how a 92-year-old woman had died in the incident, and people were suggesting that the police had shot her. Two and two came together in White’s mind. They did it, he suddenly knew. They messed up. They killed that old lady. Now his heart pounded as the implications became clear. And they want me to cover for them.
Can’t we all just get along?
Ironic that the only BBQ sauce I can find without hi fructose corn syrup has a brother’s face on the bottle. (Taken with Instagram)
MONICA’S FACE IN THE BACKGROUND
If you were alive in the 90’s you’ll agree that Daria knew what was up.
Especially when she said this;
And we’re with her 100% on this one: We believe in coffee. Coffee for everyone.
Sign up today to join us! Wish Daria could too…
Watch the gleam, watch the gleam
Over the last several decades, both through good economic times and bad, the United States has transformed into the planet’s undisputed worry champion. Around the turn of the millennium, anxiety flew past depression as the most prominent mental health issue in America, and it’s never looked back: With more than 18 percent of adults suffering from an anxiety disorder in any given year, the United States is now the most anxious nation in the world, according to the National Institute of Mental Health. Stress-related ailments cost the nation $300 billion every year in medical bills and lost productivity, while our usage of sedative drugs keeps skyrocketing; just between 1997 and 2004, Americans more than doubled their spending on anti-anxiety medications like Xanax and Valium, from $900 million to $2.1 billion. And this anxious strain hits us well before we reach college.
This is how it ends folks. And I’m OK with this.
I couldn’t agree more