Guatemala’s ruling class spent months trying to negate the democratic election of anti-corruption, centre-left, progressivist, social-democrat, now-President Bernardo Arévalo. Certainly, the ruling class will screw with the whole system, and, possibly, they will attempt to kill him.
Bernardo is the son of former president Juan José Arévalo, whose time in office immediately followed an uprising that deposed U.S. backed dictator Jorge Ubico in 1945. Hate runs deep.
Keep in mind that the tenuous peace in Guatemala is consistently marred by gang violence, institutional corruption, kidnappings, and murder. This ray of light for the campesinos, indigenous people, and impoverished majority is, hopefully, sustainable with a mandate to improve Guatemala into a place where people can live. It would behoove (United States of) Americans to support this president as he could move the needle on making life liveable in Guatemala and stemming the flow of refugees and migrant workers to the North.
In 2007, I, a non-white non-Korean, took a job in South Korea. Then, I took another. Then, at the third job, I was hired, but the owner’s brother was amenable to some of the more racist thoughts that guided the approach to business in SK. He thought I would hurt the business. He resisted hiring another non-white, non-Korean.
The owner asked me to write a letter. Instead of saying, “that’s not my job”, I wrote the letter. I made the case. They hired another non-white, non-Korean after me.
Without Chris Tucker, the Fifth Element would not be the same. There’s no Chris Tucker here. There’s no innocent/badass Milla Jovovich either. There’s Rihanna, but that scene was forced as well. The quick wit action hero is almost done well.
Really, carrying the movie, there’s just two smart-ass surly 20-somethings that need to bone and get it over with. That trope is LONG dead.
The Way of the Gun (2000), 46% fresh. I really, actually do like this movie. I know, Ryan Phillipe makes things complicated. Like, starting in the first scene with Sarah Silverman.
“There’s always cheese at a mousetrap.”
The problem that this movie faced was that there was no reward for having a long attention span. Critically panned, the Way of the Gun rewards those who get carried along in the story; those who understand the roles the characters play in each others’ lives, the Shakespearean knit in the fabric.
Longbaugh and Parker are Rosencrantz and Guildenstern witnessing the collapse of the house of and unborn Hamlet, whose supposed parents are a mob underboss and his trophy wife. His actual parents are at the shootout where he was born.
This is basically what I told people when I started to watch some of the most amazing international and documentary cinema in the early 00s. Ciudade de Deus, La Cité d’enfants Perdus, Le Fabuleux Destin d’Amelie Poulain, La Vita è Bella, Der Untergang, Lola Rennt, 올드 보이, Mononoke Hime, Rabbit-Proof Fence, Whale Rider. Documentaries by Adam Curtis or Errol Morris. So many people just don’t know.
I could hate on the Dark Knight all day. The month it came out, my brother put it best, “It’s two movies. A good, short, Joker movie and a bad, long, Batman movie.”
When you watch this film and only the Joker scenes, its 10x better.
I’d like to know if there is a sci-fi source for this; I’ve wanted — what I call — infinifabric for a long time. Basically a cross between:
the microbots in Big Hero 6,
the symbiote from Spider-Man (sans sentience), and
programmable matter from Star Trek: Discovery
One fabric layer that can reshape itself into any and every conceivable article of clothing. Perfectly regulates body temperature, water loss, and environmental challenges.
From Altered Carbon: an Oni. Built-in telecommunications. Seems way closer to fruition than DHF stacks. Though, is the stack worn so much as is part of oneself? In universe, it seems that the stack IS the person.
From Dune, Foundation, and that one episode of Star Trek: TNG: a personal shield.
This topic makes me wonder if prosthetic devices count as “wearables”, per se, or not. If anyone out there is in the know — you or someone you’re close to have (has)/wear(s) a prosthesis — please let me know.
Take it from a die-hard cynical realist, Ted Lasso is heartwarming and inspiring in just the right measure without being terribly saccharine or campy. Very well written as well. The third season faltered a bit in the beginning, I thought, but it ended well.