I watched Bronson a couple of days ago, a film I’ve wanted to see for quite a while.
My feelings afterwards were mixed. Indeed, my feelings during it were mixed. Even while I was loving the imagery and inventiveness of it, not to mention the stunning performance by Tom Hardy, a little silent voice inside me was already aware of the con that was going on in front of me.
The con is the middle classes feeding off the degradation of the poor and calling it Art. But it isn’t really the poverty that gets them off, it’s the stupidity that goes with it. Just as we all love watching those horror movies where the dumb bitch goes into the haunted house without a torch, while cheerfully saying to her friend, “You go that way, I’ll go this way”, when every single person in the audience knows no-one, no-one, would ever do that, then so are we entertained by the ignorance of the poor.
And how much more enthralling it is if they are poor, ignorant and smart. Or talented. Talented will do nicely. There is nothing more wank-worthy than watching someone who is possibly more gifted or smarter than you are completely messing up their lives.
This is not a new phenomenon. Go back far enough (and not so very far) and you will find the rich traipsing off in their droves for day outings to lunatic asylums and prisons to watch the poor, the mad and the criminally insane in their habitats of squalor. It’s always been fun for us all.
While modern political correctness prevents us all going down to the local loony bin and guffawing at the people who eat their own excrement or masturbate in trees, we can still go to the cinema and see films about that very same thing, all safe in the dark, getting our jollies.
Mike Leigh has made an entire (insulting) career out of this cheap masturbation. I won’t watch his movies for this reason, but a few months ago I was seduced – and a seduction it was, I should know better – into watching his latest effort, Happy-Go-Lucky, because ‘everybody’ was screaming, “Leigh’s latest is so funny and light-hearted!”, “Leigh breaks new ground with a dazzling light comedy!”. And they were all absolutely right – if you found the spectacle of a ‘girl’ who had Pollyanna disorder to a level that was almost a mental illness, being pursued by an emotionally stunted, deluded, paranoid man, whose mental health was equally precarious and who, in the delightfully frothy climax, becomes extremely violent and abusive in an episode of psychotic breakdown, which, of course, our Pollyanna only looks on at bemusedly because she lacks the correct emotional intelligence to recognise a threat when she sees one. Funny? I nearly died laughing.
This dislike of Oxbridge slumming it at the movies, as anyone who knows my work will hopefully realise, is not because I can’t handle harsh subjects, it’s because Leigh stands back in all his moral middle class rectitude and subtly passes judgement on all his lower class heroes and heroines, secretly sneering at their stupidity, their lack of insight, their caricature lives.
I’m never sure, because I don’t read about the man’s work, whether he doesn’t realise he’s doing this or whether it’s because he thinks we’re so fucking stupid we won’t notice that he’s really Outraged of Brighton getting his jollies out of correcting the universe by parading the poor and the mad as he wants us to see them.
His trademarks and ’style’ are not unique. Anywhere you find such ‘intellectual’ lolling in the quagmires of the ignorant – like reality TV shows; their poor cousins –you will find the same shit going on: the ‘characters’ are always caricatures, screaming hysterics, the over-the-top lunatic fringe. Just as the shopping-addicted chavs who can’t control their children in Supernanny, or the OCD filthy who can’t keep the excrement off their shower curtains in How Clean is Your House? are always bizarrely ’stupid’ and/or completely lacking in self-awareness so are the dramatis personae characterised in the work of Mike Leigh or in films such as Bronson.
Bronson, of course, is that more dangerous species of animal. It’s alluringly seductive with that delicious veneer of ‘Theatre’, that gloss of MTV rock video that makes it so edgy, so now. It appears even to “glorify” (where have I heard that before?) its subject. In Bronson, he is lovingly photographed, repeatedly naked, so we can see the raw majesty of the man (look at what a lumpen brute, ape-thing he is – yum). His violence is orchestrated to opera so we can see the tragic quality of his rage, the sheer grandeur of his aggression (look, it’s just like ballet and we get to see that thuggery in slow, slow motion. Let’s rewind.). His explanations of the reasons for his biblical ‘fall’ are limited to two throw-away sentences because he has too much dignity, he is a warrior (oh, who cares how he got that way? We just wanna see him fight, because we daren’t.) How kind the director was to involve him, his family, in the making of the film. How respectful. (We got to rub shoulders with a famous criminal. And his family’s so dumb and greedy they won’t notice we’ve done nothing but show him as a fame-hungry moron without a thought in his pea-sized brain.)
It’s so beautiful as a movie, so poetic, so artistic. Oh, how many sins we can cover with ‘artistic’. What a lovely word it is. God bless the man who first invented it. Even the director, Nicolas Winding Refn, in the ‘Making Of’ said the film is really about how a man discovers his Art. Yes, we’ve just watched 90 minutes of a beefed-up Tom Hardy, naked in blackface (yes, honestly), beating the shit out of everybody and anybody, while saying nothing very much, but all of it cryptic, to discover a man’s inner artist. We know that because there were pencils involved. Oh, and a pan round an art room with a handful of ‘tortured’ drawings. And a fag art teacher from Liverpool, of course, that Bronson just had to hold hostage. But he painted him like something out of Magritte, so that was okay.
Oh, these zany outsider artists – don’t you just love their naïve charm? Who cares why he didn’t just go to art school, or maybe an evening class, or just pick up a fucking pen, or what made him waste his whole life in solitary confinement for trivial almost non-crimes. Not me, I’m watching his penis sway in slow motion as he beats up pigs in full riot gear. Awesome.
After all, Bronson himself (he’s a real-life criminal; really should have pointed that one out sooner) wrote in his autobiography (assumably) that his parents had been ordinary ‘middle class respectable folk’, so why waste time considering that they might not have been? He’s happy with it, why not us? Except when you see his mother and cousin in the ‘Making Of’, even in their thirty brief seconds of air time you can see they look far from respectable, or middle class. They look like what they are, scrubbers that would appear on Jerry Springer, if they only came from Texas.
In short, there’s a story in this man’s life somewhere, it just isn’t in this film. What is in this film is a disturbing and disquieting portrait of the man who made it. And while that’s probably true of a lot of art, it’s more transparently so here.
And this is where it all becomes really offensive to me. When you go to see Terminator, or Die Hard, or a Jean-Claude Van Damme movie you know what you’re getting: the same stripped-off males kicking ass, in the same stylised slo-mo way, only minus the arty shots and the slowwwwwwwwwwww dialogue, such as it is. What you’re not getting with these action movies is some hypocritical ‘portrait’ of a real man. For all their alleged ‘popcorn entertainment’ and ‘cartoon violence’ they do not offer up a real human life as cheap entertainment for middle-class boys who are too chicken-shit to take a pair of pants back to M&S, never mind star in a bare-knuckle fight, so that they can get their strangely homosexual rocks off at some chunk of male stupidity doing the equivalent of hitting his head off the prison bars because he’s some poor thwarted soul who’s so afraid of who he really is he’s created a screaming, raging monster to represent himself in the hope that other men will admire him, or at least be thrown off the scent of what he really is inside – be that gay, artistic, ’sensitive’ or just plain different.
I fail to see how this exploitation of others’ misfortune, their squalid little lives, differs from parading around the viewing gallery at Bedlam, watching the man who thinks he is a cat catching mice and eating them live, or following the woman who thinks she is giving birth to Jesus squatting and taking a turnip top out her vagina. Just because we’ve scored the raging beast to music, with his desperate, needy permission, does not alter the fact that we are essentially watching a man destroy himself, and instead of either showing that for what it is, a tragic and futile waste, or giving us some insight into it, we parade it as a form of peep-show: we strip him naked, oil him up, paint his body; we lock him in bars, tiny cells, ugly places, so that we can watch his suffering more minutely; we set him against an endless stream of caricature effeminate males so that his gladiatorial magnificence will be even more pointed; we bloody him up and beat him up and lock him up; we give him music, lights, theatre; we put him firmly centre-stage with the expensive lions we brought from Abyssinia and for which we can charge all the plebs an extra ten Sestertii because, after all, how often do they get see a dangerous beast like Bronsonus Maximus stripped-off, growling and roaring like one of said big cats? Oh the nobility, the grandeur.
And when he dies, when one of the expensive felines mauls him to death, we can go home in comfort and ease, knowing it was what he wanted. He wanted to be a famous gladiator, a warrior. It was nothing to do with us being greedy for gore and aggression, for rebellion and insurgence, and him being poor and ignorant, a slave in a system he can’t beat or rise above. It was nothing to do with him having no other way out of his squalor, his captivity, his gaol. No, he is a naked wonderful man-beast and we love him for it.
Bronson. Certificate 18. At a cage cinema near you………
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Hello
I am without a computer again (on Jills at the moment) as I have given it to someone to be fixed, it has been a month now and I’m starting to not care about being ungrateful.
How annoying is the girl in Happy Go Lucky, I think she was meant to be lovable, I couldn’t stand her, I liked the driving instructor.
Have you read anything about the Wuthering Heights film with Chuck Bass? Ooh also there’s a new Zac Effron coming out.
I haven’t really seen anything amazing film wise lately, nothing that stands out. An education was ok, a bit annoying in places but I liked Emma Thompson in it and I love Alfred Molina, ever since ‘Have a wank?’ in Prick Up Your Ears. I am going to see New Moon and The Informant this week. Also my friend is trying to get me to go and see a horror, I think its call The Paranormal or something, it looks terrifying. Have you seen anything good?
I have bought the entire box set of the west wing so if you want me to send them up let me know, I also have some plastic DVD things to send them in. I can send them up by series, I’m only on series 5 so I can’t send them all at once. I’ve got the new Star Trek and some new stand up. Let me know if you want me to send any, I’ll get Jill to check on here for me. (I should have a computer back soon though, hopefully).
Someone has recommended some books to me but I don’t usually like any books anyone recommends except yours, so before I buy them…Have you read any Ian M Bank books?
P.S. Love the flyers, I thought the Henderson description was really clever.
My God, you’re alive, I thought Mr Onion-head had got you. I was about to go on the road as a proven psychic. You’ve just saved me from some ugly scenes and a crushing blow to my self-esteem…
You would like the driving instructor, you sick fuck. What is wrong with you, woman? But yes, as usual, Leigh’s heroines make you want to become a gay man and exterminate all women.
No, I hadn’t heard about the Westwick WH. Looked it up yesterday and see there is some scathing discussion on the fact that it will be “just another Twilight”. Whereas I am not one to pre-judge, you can see where this anxiety might come from. Westwick is big in Gossip Girl, put him in WH as a brooding hero – Result: big viewing figures with teenage girls flocking to worship.
So, while my little heart beats with joy at the idea of seeing him doing Heathcliff, I too am a little anxious that it will be the Mills & Boon version, and we really don’t need another one of those, especially after the Tom Hardy debacle. But I shall await it with great hope in my heart regardless.
You’re a braver soul than me, going to see New Moon. I couldn’t face the thought of forking out £10+ just to see Robert Pattinson, no matter how damn pretty he is. Pretty is all he gets to do in those movies. You can hear it now on set, “Smoulder, Rob, smoulder.” I can’t imagine they ever ask him to do anything else. I will no doubt succumb to watching it, but only when it’s reached 5 for a fiver in Blockbuster or is free in my local library.
Anything good I’ve seen? Best recently has been Doubt – that was excellent – followed by The Haunting in Connecticut. That one was a real suprise because I’d seen it advertised on buses. That was the sum total of my knowledge of it. I’d never even seen a trailer and just took it out cause the box pulled me (I have really good instincts about boxes; Christ knows why). It was very atmospheric, and the lead, who I’d seen before in Smallville, was very good. He’d make a great Danny. He’s good-looking, but more importantly, he has that edge of something gone rotten (that sounds attractive), that hint of the sinister/bad that is difficult to find in good-looking boys. He is sullen/petulant/difficult without being annoying; that is no easy stunt to pull off. So he’s my current ‘I want to cast…’
Yes, please send series 1 of The West Wing up. I’ll send you Dirt in return, unless I hear otherwise from you. I’ve seen the new Star Trek, which was okay, but too self-referential for me, with too little real conflict. A disappointment… ah well.
Glad you liked the flyers. Too gay for me, but we were trying that design style out, with a view to giving the books new covers, but it’s back to the drawing board, I’m afraid. The Henderson crime copy was written by Max; I thought it was brillant too. The romance one has got to go though; too defensive. The whole romance thing needs rethought. Just not working.
No, can’t help you with Banks. I stopped reading novels years ago because they annoyed me so much. I know he’s well thought-of though, so I imagine he’s worth trying. He’s supposed to be ‘dark’, but hell, The Dark Knight and Twilight are supposed to be ‘dark’, so I wouldn’t hold my breath…
P.S. What is this sick obesession you’ve got with Efron? Until he appears in something that proves to me the man’s a danger he shall remain a teen actor in waiting. I reckon you’re turning into a perv that hangs around schools watching the teenage boys….. God, I love that in you.
Hello,
I will be expecting a thank you card for recomending Bronson and True Blood, don’t think I won’t Stone. I really hope you didn’t buy True Blood or I will feel really guilty, you’ll never trust me again. I am sending West wing up tomorrow so let me know when it arives. I think you will really like West Wing (I think) it’s really smart and liberal, and I like almost everyone in it, which is a rariaty.
I know about the driving instructor, I’ve always had this sneaking suspission that when DANNY is made into a film, I will like John more than all in the world obviously, but I may actually fancy Ian. We shall have to see.
I know what you mean about Twilight, he doesn’t get a chance to act, I can’t remember if I’ve already said but he’s playing Salvaldor Dali in a film soon, we can see if he can act, I don’t know much more about the film though. I do know that Dali only had sex twice in his life because when I was younger whenever someone asked my friend about her sex life she said ‘I’ve only had sex twice…Like Salvador Dali.’ That always made me laugh.
I do like quite like Twilight but there is so much against it I can’t help but come to the conclusion that I just like looking at Pattinsons face. The girl is annoying, the story, well there isn’t much of one, the vampires are not scary in anyway, it is a neutered fantasy for uptight, sexually frustrated mothers, it is what it is. But he is so pretty. Also I have a cinema card so I only have to pay £13 a month and I can go all the time, I may as well watch him for free.
I have seen New Moon now and it is the same as Twilight but probably worse as Pattinson is only in it for about half an hour. It is more about the Native American boy, and I cannot stand him.
I loved Doubt, it was so good, Phillip Seymore Hoffman is so good, and I love how Merly Streep is so strong against him when he is there and then she says she isn’t sure and breaks down. Such a good film.
I haven’t seen the Haunting in Connecticut, is the boy the one with the bald head in Smallville? I think he has something. I’m meant to be going to see The Paranormal, the man who made it has never made a film before apparently, and he had the idea and made it for very little money, it’s supposted to be very scary. But it screams Blair Witch, although the marketing for that was very good I didn’t think the film was up to much.
I have handed a lot of the flyers out Thursday and Friday, will do some more on the 9th because I think I’m going to Leeds then. I thought the Henderson flyer was really smart because you don’t need to tell the reader everying about the book, and DANNY can be looked at from so many angles, you could market it as any genre just by picking one part of the story. Once people have bought it who cares if they are not the sort of person to like it, you have the money already, then you can do more for the books for the people who love it for what it is.
I know about Efron, I don’t know what’s wrong with me in the last year, I’m turning in to a giant pervert. When I was younger the only people I liked were at least 10 years older than me. Now the boys I never fancied when I was their age, I’m finding attractive. I hope it stops because I like old men and always have, yes please grampa. Young men is Jills thing not mine. Efron is almost edible though, I like his winks and sleazy face.
I’m going to stop talking about films soon, but I went to see the Imaginarium of Dr Pernassus, and I really liked it, I wouldn’t expect anyone else to, no one who I went with liked it. I never really know what I think about Terry Gilliham for a while after I’ve seen them, some are shit straight aways and then some get in my head and I end up liking them. When I watched Pernassus I didn’t know what I thought for I while but I think I like it now.
Right I’m done on films, my computer will be back soon and I will be able to answer without a weeks delay. Sorry I haven’t had time to spell check this as I am doing on my friends computer (which is a pain in the arse as I have no time.
Ah fret not, my little prairie (pervert) flower, I won’t hold Bronson and True Blood against you as I got stuff out both of them. I actually loved all the minor characters in True Blood. I would happily watch a whole series based around Jason and Tara, with Sam thrown in for good measure. And I really loved Rene (spelling?). He was fab (I love cajun accents) and I was thrilled to bits when (SPOILER FOR ANYONE WHO HASN’T SEEN THIS! STOP READING NOW!) he turned out to be a villain. I thought, ‘Brill, he’s going to be obsessed with Sookie and try and rape her and then he’ll stalk her and try and rape her again…’ (see, my sickness is worse than your sickness…). But hell, no. He just got caught. Caught. In ONE SINGLE EPISODE. What the fuck is wrong with these people; don’t they know how suspense works? And he had no dark motives; he just didn’t like vampires. Well, no shit, Sherlock.
The whole series kept doing that; looked as if it was getting better, then it would dive right back down into boring, mundane, predictable. It makes me want to top myself. I hate seeing good stuff thrown away.
Oh and please don’t apologise for no spell-checker – Merly Streep? What’s not to love about old Merly? She’s going to be that name forever now. I’ll be standing in Blockbuster saying “Hey, let’s get the new Merly Streep” and people will think I’m an ignorant cow. This will be your fault, and I WILL hold it against you.
I can’t begin to imagine Pattinson as Salvador Dali. That’s either brave casting or insanity. I can’t quite love the boy, I confess, although he has the whole David thing going, so should be a shoo-in for Danny. There’s something too modelly perfect about him. Too Calvin Klein. But I may see him in something some day that will turn me. But not yet. Not yet…
The Haunting In Connecticut boy is called Kyle Gallner. Baldy is Michael Rosenbaum, also a great actor, particularly in Smallville (geat acting, Smallville? That can’t be right…). By some weird coincidence I watched Red last night, with Brian Cox, (he was IN it; I wasn’t sitting on the settee sharing popcorn with him) and Gallner turned up as yet another troubled teen. You’d like him, he has a twisted pretty boy face. He walks a thin line between being a runt and a boy beautiful, while not quite being either. It’s that aspect of him I like for Danny. That and the rosebud mouth and the damaged soul eyes. Ohhhhhhhhhh, do you know any nice playgrounds where I can see fifteen year-olds in tight white shirts? It’s all we’re fucking missing here. We’re like the fucking paedophilia society.
I’ve seen the trailer for Paranormal Activity, and while the footage of the audience screaming looks great, the footage from the film itself looks kind of humdrum. So whether this is something that’s ‘gone viral’ simply because people have convinced themselves it’s a great night out as a collective experience, or whether it’s genuinely frightening, I don’t know. You’re seeing it the best way though, in the cinema. I’d be really curious to know how you like it, and whether it is something you’ve really got to see with others. I detested the Blair Witch. Do NOT start me on Blair Witch, so here’s hoping it’s not that.
I’m actually contemplating going to the cinema this Thursday, for my Birthday. I’m going to see 2012, if I do, to make the most of the big screen with nice crashy sound effects. You know my addiction to apocalyptic and disaster movies. I am Roland’s number one fan; although he hasn’t managed to thrill me as much as he did with Independence Day. Ah, what a jingoistic piece of wonderful, wonderful B-movie cinema that is. God, I love that movie. Anyway, I’ll probably chicken out. Can’t face the thoguht of spending all that money just to have kids running up and down the aisles and throwing sweets. God, I hate the cinema; humans at their worst.
We’re actually working on genre covers for Danny even as we speak. We are going to send you some, as our guinea pigs, and get you and Jill (and maybe a couple of other people) to test market them for us i.e. fill in little forms. I’m sure you can have a happy Sunday doing that…
I am very glad to hear your computer is coming back. That way I don’t have to worry about you being done for loitering around the local Lads Club. I shall send you Dirt as soon as The West Wing arrives. Got two new series you’ll like. Big Love (that’s great; you’ll love it), and Life, another quirky weird one no-one’s heard of. I’ll put them on your list unless you’ve seen either.
Hello
I liked the killer in True Blood,I liked that he was a background character but everyone who watched it noticed him, also a fan of the accent, ever since Big Easy, Char. Shite film, good accents. Did you like the opening titles to it though, I love them.
I think the Dali film is out on DVD now, I’m going to give it a go over Christmas. I know he didn’t show much in Twilight but I have a feeling that he’s going to be good at acting. I do realise the obsession with young boys is getting out of control. I’m going to watch films with men over 40 for a month to cure me. I’ll have the stickers you gave me, I can give them a little fingering if cold turkeys too much. Thank You for them, I have them on my fridge.
I didn’t see Paranormal Activity in the end, I chickened out. How was 2012? I haven’t seen that yet.
Thank you for sending Dirt, I only got the package a few days ago as I don’t have things sent to my house in case I’m out. I’ve only just put it on, I like the first song, I hope its the theme tune.
Have you watched West Wing? Please say you like it, I may break down if anyone says they dont like that program. I love it so much, I love Martin Sheen, I think he is the nicest man alive.
I haven’t seen any of those series you mentioned so I’d give them a watch after Dirt if you don’t mind. Let me know if you want next series of West Wing.
P.S. I definatley want a look at the new DANNY covers if you want me to, me and Jill will love doing that. We’re still trying to decifer the one on DANNY Volume 1. Give us something else to obsess over.
I loved the opening titles, EXCEPT for that one little frame of the skinny-shiny modern girl gyrating in her underwear like something out of one of those ubiquitous lap dancing scenes which appears in every movie with an 18 certificate. It is so obviously meant to hook in young, hip, modern viewers with its ’sexy’ content. If they’d wanted to sex it up why couldn’t they have put some old burlesque film or a couple of harcore fifties porn shots; that would have sexed it up alright.
I am so happy that I made you happy, giving you the oportunity to fumble Zac while getting some milk (did you see how I carefully worked Freudian milk/semen imagery in there? How good am I?) I think you should give your latent paedophilia free reign. Think how novel it would be to be a dirty old woman. You could end up like the old bitch mother in Funland. Now that’s what I call growing old disgracefully. Embrace your inner pervert.
Right, now I want you to sit down. We’ve watched the first three (4?) episodes of The West Wing and then found ourselves watching the new House box set. So far, no, we have not enjoyed the West Wing. Do you need to stop reading and get a hankie? You know I still love you, right? Even although you haven’t recommended one fucking good thing in nine fucking months, Jodie!!!
Oh, I’m teasing, you little buttercup, you. But not about the West Wing part. Do you want me to tell you why I’m not liking it or will that only send you into a spiral of despair? We’ve decided to give it two more episodes before we jack it in. You never know, the wandering around with inappropriate too loud music track (okay in Studio 60; annoying as fuck here) while we discuss dodgy American politics while leading up to the president being a good aw-shucks guy at the finale may grow on us.
Have you got your computer fixed or are you still moonlighting on someone else’s? If you’re still without, the WW may be back with you before you read this (you can see I’m not holding out much hope of it improving for me). But do you have Cape Wrath? I know you watched it. If you have that I’d like to make that my next swap with you. If you don’t have it let me know what you’ve got. I’m sure you’ve got something to offer me.
And you have GOT to stop running away from horror movies. You are missing out on so many great movies. Next stuff I send you I’m going to put some horror in and deflower your horror virginity. In fact, I’m going to go and buy Ravenous just so I can send you it. I need to see it again anyway. You need to come out of the darkness of young boy’s bits and embrace the darkness of decapitation.
We will defintely run the covers by you. We’re redesigning the full set to include volumes 3 and 4 too, so more fun for you.
PS. I think Martin Sheen is a sleazy slimeball who makes a quite grotesque American president. That’s not what you want to hear, right? Ah well, we can’t be joined at the hip in everything. That would be boring…
PPS. I DID go and see 2012 and I enjoyed it. Cinema was fine, if too cold. The film has some great set pieces of destruction, but still didn’t enjoy it as much as Independence Day. Don’t think he’s going to top that one, no matter how many disasters he crams into one movie. I reckon it’s the alien that does it for me. I love a good alien…
hmmm…i guess i should see bronson already.
hehe
Why? What has Bronson ever done to you?
he ignored me.
(said like alley sheedy in breakfast club)
Oh ZS, you’re not saying you actually wrote to Bronson? Or was it Tom Hardy, you sycophant…
no, i was just joking. and don’t jump on the tom hardy skank train, just cause he’s talked to me don’t mean you gotta hate.
i do have bronson’s address, though. mark fish had told me to write him a dirty letter. i was gonna, but then mark fish pooped out on me, so i didn’t. poor bronson, he coulda been jerkin it right now.
The Tom Hardy skank train? The mind boggles. And why the hell would I hate you if Hardy had spoken to you? I wouldn’t care if he’d fucked you in the ear then had your love child. Twice. In fact, I think that might make you a damn sight more interesting than you are.
So how did Mark Fish poop out on you then?
well, thank goodness, cause there was a lot of hating going on with them hardy fans. not a very sane group, most of ‘em.
and how did you know he had my love child? he keeps it in is pocket, next to his cock.
mark fish and i used to chat on facebook, but then one of the obsessive haters, (name removed at owner’s request), told him not to talk to me, and he actually listened. it surprised me because there was nothing bad that had been exchanged between us. but i guess he has no balls if he lets some crazy tell him who he can or can’t talk to. i can’t respect that.
so then why should i help out his friend bronson? i see no reason to bother. i could have entertained him for sure, just out of charity, but why do mark a favor? i may as well knock one out for gerard butler or something, ya know? he seems like he’d appreciate it properly.
are you judging my interestingness? how silly. didn’t you read that part on my other response where i couldn’t care less what women think of me?
do you have any brothers?
Poor Bronson is being deprived because Mark Fish dissed you? Dear oh dear, how very high school playground of you.
And I am judging nothing about you. You either interest me or you don’t; it’s not a judgement. At the moment you’re far too busy being alternately aggressive and palacatory to be interesting. You’ve got so much baggage you’d rather just fling it at folk than examine it. It’s your way of feeling as if you’re interacting while you continue to repel people and thus stay safe. It;s a boundary issue; your mother (and her mother) never had any. If any of these internet strangers persevere with you – like me – you figure they might be your friends. But they must be pretty stupid, because who could love someone as unlovable and contemptible as you? So you better be nasty to them again – just to test them – and the whole cycle goes round again. That’s too commonplace amongst wounded children (who become wounded adults) to be interesting to me. I like more subtlety and intelligence in my damaged people.
And of course you care about what women think of you. If you didn’t you would not bring it up. You feel just as conflicted about men’s responeses to you; the only difference is you want them to save you.
Yes, I have a brother. Why?
tell me about your brother. does he wear a kilt?
Not to my knowledge. I no longer know him.
Hi Jodie, here’s the link to the discussion about my blog on IMDB, as promised. Enjoy.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1172570/board/thread/150532780
hey chance, just heard that someone actually followed me here to read what i wrote, then found her name in my comment, and prolly gave you an earful of poison.
be assured that what i said is true and my only agenda in saying it is so people are aware of the truth.
xo
I think he was involved in some sort of a crazy shooting incident?
I think his original offence was armed robbery, but no shots were fired, to my knowledge. I don’t know if he had any gun incidents in prison – although that seems unlikely. He’s certainly not considered a violent prisoner, not in a danger-to-the-public way.