Wednesday, August 13, 2014


Two films with some entertaining suspended suspense


You will believe in it all along and at the end you will say you knew it all the time, but you will be lying and you must not tell a lie because you are under oath, and you have cut the cherry tree down, really and indeed.

It is not another film on justice, on the “miscarriage” of a prosecution and the biased bigotry of a prosecutor who had a black man in one case and then the perfect social climber in another case. Strangely enough that prosecutor just neglects some elements that should have prompted an investigation for a serial killer, but then the case would have evaded his political hands (Elections! Elections! Elections!) and the FBI would have come into the picture, maybe, since they were just starting to speak of profiling in Quantico, Virginia.

The subject of this film is how easy it is to manipulate American justice and even American judges if you have a good lawyer and if you can manipulate your lawyer into believing you. And that’s the whole case. Add to that some unprofessional elements and you have the American trap for everyone instead of justice.

The ex-prosecutor who is playing defense councilor has forgotten all her ethics in her bathroom one happy morning and she has the relation with her client that is strictly forbidden by all rules, mega rules and mini rules even. So she creates a pure hellish pit for herself and everyone else in this society, leaving a sociopath and psychopath social climbing serial killer on the run.

I can’t say more without deflowering your virginal interest for the end, but be sure we knew it all along and yet it is not exactly what we had foreseen and predicted in our mind, not at all even because. . . in my deepest and most trustworthy mind of mine we could have sworn it was a little more complex.

Enjoy the suspended suspense that is blown up at the end into thousands of shattereens.



A simple film of the 1970s intended to frighten you a little bit, to keep your interest with some suspense, and to play on some dreams about treasures and fears about drugs and drug dealers.

The way there were spaghetti westerns there were shark-friendly sea movies too. That was just after Jaws (1975) and this film plays with sharks but without too much blood and no damage to humans. The sharks are only lured into attacking a certain zone by some drug dealing Blacks – who are naturally black of course in the drug dealing business whereas the whites are in the treasure hunting business, that may also be morphine – to trap the afore-mentioned white treasure hunters who are in the deep, well not too deep though.

Then you just need an old French tobacco ship used by the Spanish governor of Cuba to transport the three key lock chest in which he is smuggling some Spanish King’s lost valuable back to Europe while he is trying to appropriate them to himself at the same time. In other words he is a bad and thieving magpie of a governor.

It all ends well of course. The Blacks are all killed or nearly, though they kill one white man and try to kill another one, plus the girl, because there is a girl of course. What could sailors do without a girl to keep them warm when the sailors are in port?

A beautiful explosion of the tip top of a lighthouse and another of a sunk ship that creates some trouble at the surface of the ocean but NOT ONE dead fish. Dynamite is no longer what it used to be. That might have been cruel with the live sea food down there if a bunch of plastic semblances had floated on the surface.

That’s a pleasant change from serious British comedy like “Only Fools and Horses.”

Enjoy the waves.


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