I got to watch this the other night. I’ve been trying to watch every good movie that was ever filmed in NY.
This is the kind of movie you watch today and it’s not just a dope movie, it’s a historical picture. This was not that long ago, even though it seems that way. It’s the same New York. It’s not based on a true story and some of the performances may be overacted a little, but from what I’ve learned from old school New Yorkers, this isn’t so far off.
These 3 guys robbed a mafia safehouse for 300,000$ and took out some cops in the process. So they have not only the italian mob headed by a guy who has no problem using the N word in the most negative way, but the cops are after them too. Anthony Quinn plays the “old boys” Captain about to retire when this happens and the new Lieutenant is going to take charge, except the new Lieutenant happens to be black, and this change of power is something these 2 guys have to work through, the first with his lifetime of bias to get over.
All of the acting in this is good to great. I found this looking for more stuff Anthony Quinn is in, a favorite actor of mine.. everyone in this was good though. Real s#%t. Some of the scenes are really powerful and all of the action scenes are some dope pre-computers realFX ish
#itsOnNetflix
Peace
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ps – i’ma do more of these
Oh and I forgot to say the soundtrack is great too. Check it
Annie Hall: Alvy, you’re incapable of enjoying life, you know that? I mean you’re like New York City. You’re just this person. You’re like this island unto yourself.
Alvy Singer: I can’t enjoy anything unless everybody is. If one guy is starving someplace, that puts a crimp in my evening.
I remember the first time I saw it. Yea. that’s me! It’s a NY thing.We’re all connected. I feel like I have to write a movie too after watching Woody Allen ish. Shoot in NY of course. NO SPECIAL EFFECTS. No computer imaging. No green screens. Just people and their stories.
Woody started out writing plays. Nothing but the actors, the physical scenery and the words. Raw talent. Just like the Brooklyn Bridge. Made by hand. Made in NY. CLASSIC.
Make a “sports” / “TV” social networking site. Could pretty much copy how twitter is set up. It seems like a lot of the people just want to talk about sports or whatever TV show is popular the time. I really don’t care about 95% of the overpaid athletes, shitty non-actors, and plastic ass, silicone breasted, fake lip “actresses”. Sorry but that hour long episode you just watched was really an advertisement for Vitamin Water. You thought you were good with the DVR skipping the commercials right? Nah, it’s called product placement and they write and edit scripts to put in these advertisements. Getting played twice, because you pay for it too.
But I’m getting off topic. I understand that people love sports. I love sports too. For the most part, watching it is boring as shit though. I’d rather actually pick up a ball and play. John Lennon said “if every American demanded peace instead of another TV set – there’d be peace”. I bet if every American played sports just as hard as they supported pro games the overweight and health statistics in this country would be a lot different.
Twitter is great. I get all kinds of amazing information from the people I’m following. Until there is a game. Then everything is drowned in a sea of “OHHHH SHIT DID YOU SEE THAT?!”. I like to know what’s going on in the game, but there’s 100 people saying the same thing. I think a “twitter” just for sports would be good. The market is there. Someone take that idea. Save my timeline! GET MONEY!
((I’ve found myself playing this many times these past few years))
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I’m getting older. New families are beginning. Old ones are fading away. I feel the transition. I’m 24 years old. In a little over a month I will be 25. I think my father’s father passed when he was 32. I didn’t get to know him. George. A big irish man. He worked at the Brooklyn Navy Yard most of his life. Only 7 more years of my dad? A few of my friends never really had theirs. Now, more of my friends have lost theirs. My father just called me and told me about my great Aunt passing.
Aunt Fran. She was 83 years old, lived a long life in a Brooklyn. A loyal Mets fan and a true servant of the faith but NEVER not once did she “preach” to me or force me to believe in anything. Everything I learned from her I learned from how she treated me and everyone else. She didn’t tell me how to act. A few years ago their (her and my grandmother’s) older sister passed away from cancer. I am thinking now of them reuniting. They loved to play tennis & golf. I see them on infinite greens. I said in a tweet I want to name my first daughter (I suspect I will have daughters) Lucia, after her. I had that thought a few years ago and it’s stuck with me, I still believe in it. A beautiful name. They were both ill before they passed, and they both lived long lives. Neither of them had children but that was unnecessary as they both have many nieces and nephews who loved them. Who will remember them.
My grandmother is now going to be alone in her big old house in Brooklyn,without her sisters that have lived in the 2-family home for 50+ years now. My grandma, being my grandma, is cool though, she has friends, has been through pain before, is active in a neighborhood(bay ridge) theatre company, and she’s like me. Or rather, I’m like her. She goes on. I am one of 3. My grandmother was 1 of 3. I am definitely very much my own, independent. But without my brothers? Without the only 2 people on the planet who know exactly what I’ve been through since birth? 1 of 3 alone is a hard spot to be in.
I was going to write a blog about my mother tonight. I’ve saved the draft I started but I will say that one of the major points in my life, in my mother’s life, in my family’s life, was the loss of her older sister. I will elaborate on that in the other post but my point is we may fight with our brothers and sisters, we may say we hate them and genuinely mean it, but in the end, NO ONE on this Earth knows you better than your brother and sisters.
The importance of brothers & sisters.
We cannot rely or be dependent on parents or elders to be around forever to teach us. But we can rely on each other, brothers & sisters, to be here as we’ve been from birth. I have two brothers by blood, but I have many more brothers & sisters by LOVE. My peers. My family. We are here for each other. We are the only ones who know what each other have been through.
These past few years I’ve been to more wakes and funerals than in the 20 years or so prior. I didn’t go all of the ones I should have. I just couldn’t. Friends. Union brothers & sisters. Family. I don’t think there’s a black cloud around me, I think it’s natural, and I am seeing this because life is going by that fast.
I’m not sure that I am “good” at emotions. I know what I want to say. I know what I feel. I worry if I’ve shown enough compassion, if the people I care about know how much I care.
And then after all this agony and anxiety I find a song and I say, listen to this song..
I started to read this article. I didn’t make it past the 1st paragraph, this sentence “elevating concerns about whether other militant groups could deliver at least a glancing blow on American soil.”.
I stopped.
Of course they could. Any idiot can buy an old pathfinder on craigslist, load it with a bunch of store bought shit and drive it into Times Square. Count your federal/state/local tax dollars going into investigating this amateur scheme. I wonder if someone is.
Then I thought, on top of everything else, it was a neglected by the government and society Viet Nam veteran street vendor who first notified police of the burning truck. An ABC7 reporter said “you must love your job you’ve been doing it 15-20 years” to which he replied “I didn’t have much choice” without hesitation.
