I Heart My Peeples

I haven't see Sin City like everyone else. If I like it, I'm sure I'll share my thoughts with you all. Don't worry, I get to see stuff. I had Baadasssss around for a week (thank goodness for netflix and no late fees).

I loooooved it a bunch.

Melvin Van Peeples (played by his son, Mario Van Peeples) was stressed to do his thing, but I wasn't too stressed to see him do it. He was a jerk and inappropriate as a father. On the other hand, he had a great body and liked misfits and weirdos. I liked the alternative lifestyle images and the multi-racial radical front that seemed to hold so much promise in California way back when. Also, Mario has a lot of love in his heart to reconcile such mixed sentiments about his dad. Touching for sure.

For my film making friends (like Yolanda and Indra), you must surely relate to the independent film making drama. So many setbacks and flying by the seats of pants.

I didn’t care for all the naked ladies and violence. I also didn'’t like the anti-union slant as it was oversimplified. Don't get me wrong. I understand that unions need to be criticized for being racist, exclusive, and too expensive for independent film making. But we, workers of the world, need to keep in mind that if everything is nonunion, wages and benefits for workers will be driven down as low as possible.

[I'm kind of kidding with my use of the rhetoric, but kind of not with my true concerns for exploitation that's way worse than negative images and stereotypes, ok. Some day, I'll write more about unions. I'm in one, you know.]