I watched it like 7 times and wish you have a great time with it.
Coming from an oil-rich region I passed these soviet oil-pumps looking like hammers, coming up and down, up and down in any weather. They left me curious what’s that all about and I almost ended in that industry, but got something else on my radar.
I came to appreciate how good Eli at being a competition to Daniel here. The first time I saw this movie, the ending seemingly came from out of nowhere. But now I see and like how both of them represent different ideas. Eli is the old, conservative America, and Daniel is the new one, the face of the industrial revolution.
After watching it another time with my friend, I woundered, where it all came from. It seems, he escapes any question about his past, but he feels pretty connected to that blonde girl (his son’s future wife), that’s said to be beaten by father. Maybe it’s a little clue he’s too a victim of violence at home. Him them digging the earth alone and then dragging himself across the desert with a broken leg seems like a logical conclusion to that. He needs to be perfect, otherwise he’d be beaten hard. And so he goes for that, and hate, suspect everyone who is not as tryhard as he. The end scene speaks a lot of his hatred to himself. He’s alone in his mansion, and he sees himself both a rich guy and a piece of shit. That leads to being a fucking asshole to his son who has a slight possibility to even compete with him, it leads to a conflict with Eli. He hates this always happy dude. He hates the hell of him. He wanted him to suffer for so long time, but at one instance needed him to get an oil transit, and received these silly slaps. And he remembered that, and brought his hatred tenfold. He couldn’t forget this embarassment to his ego, and he punished him as he wanted. He first made him destruct his faith, and then make it physical. He couldn’t, in his depressive condition, see his happy preaching face anymore. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d eat a bullet right after that for all that hatred collected in him.
I thought about a lot of variants, but I stopped at a gas can, a simple device to make the gas out and a basic tripod to weight a pot over it. If they have it, they can boil water for tea or just clean water, food bought in bulk in a grocery store, to wash themselves.
It greatly depends on what they have for now. Maybe a tent is in more priority if they don’t have one, or even something to lay on.
There Will Be Blood. The acting is brilliant and you see the MC going from a poor miner to his own oil empire, showing just what sociopathic chameleon he is at many points. It’s longer than average, but it’d sure keep you engaged. I see it as a modern-made epic story that pretty much describes what (self-built) multi-millionaires are like.
The phone number is the best way to ID user across different sources of data. Facebook created datapoints for those who aren’t even on Facebook, but are in some users’ phonebooks. In my country you get a SIM-card only with your documents, so alphabet agencies have an even better idea who are you on the web.
It’s all just scam that pushed without any conaideration for our convinience.
I think the most important point of such preparations is scrolling through kitsch art albums for these idiots have a negative value of taste. I imagine myself with a makeshift nailgun and a molotov observing another room and just losing my mind who the fuck could even want that shit in the first place. That leaves me pretty vulnerable and my revolt doomed.
I’m troubled by the suspicion many people I dislike have personal bunkers with plenty supplies, while those I care about don’t. That’s a big L for me, and W for persons I hate.