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It's Different When It's Me! Celebrating Hypocrisy
LAFAYETTE PARISH is a novelist, short story writer, and commentator on the absurd. His debut novel, SEARCHER, will be available in late 2017. You can see an excerpt of SEARCHER, his other novels here soon.
Friday, February 24, 2017
Sunday, February 12, 2017
SPLIT
SPLIT the new M. Night Shyamalan movie starring James McAvoy is what you might imagine if Hannibal Lecter hooked up with Sybil and they had a love child.
Of course, that would be after Sally Fields was the Flying Nun and before she was old enough to be Spiderman's Aunt Meg. Anyway, Kevin Wendell Crumb, the villain, has a lot on his mind: twenty-three to twenty-six different personalities sharing his body like it's a rent controlled tenement building. It's hard to keep up with the total number of personalities. Doesn't matter because we only get to see like eight if I remember correctly with four of the personalities dominating the screen time: Dennis, Patricia, Hedwig, and the Beast. Oh, did you catch the cleverness of Kevin's last name--Crumb. You know, like a broken cookie. Yeah, that kind sums up the movie for me.
Kevin, as Dennis, kidnaps three teenage girls--one blond leader fembot, one not-so-bright-hotttie black chick, and an angst filled-brunette chick with a dark secret, and holds them hostage in the bowels of the Philadelphia zoo. Do we care? Not really because we never learn enough to care about them. Really, nobody cares. Same thing for Kevin Crumb. I couldn't care less about any of them.
Of course, that would be after Sally Fields was the Flying Nun and before she was old enough to be Spiderman's Aunt Meg. Anyway, Kevin Wendell Crumb, the villain, has a lot on his mind: twenty-three to twenty-six different personalities sharing his body like it's a rent controlled tenement building. It's hard to keep up with the total number of personalities. Doesn't matter because we only get to see like eight if I remember correctly with four of the personalities dominating the screen time: Dennis, Patricia, Hedwig, and the Beast. Oh, did you catch the cleverness of Kevin's last name--Crumb. You know, like a broken cookie. Yeah, that kind sums up the movie for me.
Kevin, as Dennis, kidnaps three teenage girls--one blond leader fembot, one not-so-bright-hotttie black chick, and an angst filled-brunette chick with a dark secret, and holds them hostage in the bowels of the Philadelphia zoo. Do we care? Not really because we never learn enough to care about them. Really, nobody cares. Same thing for Kevin Crumb. I couldn't care less about any of them.
Saturday, February 11, 2017
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