Thursday, 21 July, Year 8 d.Tr. | Author: Mircea Popescu

Tangerinei does a good job of telling a story that has no reason to be told about some "people" who that have no reason to exist. These are, in no particular order :

  • The druggie "pimp" and "dealer", direct descendant of Jayii. His "place of business" is a donut shop, the minimum-wage earning cashier of which stands with him in the exact same relation schoolteacher stands with pupil, police with ghetto "citizen" and prison guard with inmate.iii
  • The self-deluded prostitute. A man pretending to be a woman ; at the same time a worm pretending to be a person, a nobody pretending to importance and so on. Mentally, the universe it projects is vaguely reminiscent of a public highschool in a poor neighbourhood, with its typical fixation on order pecking and utter disregard of objective reality, or any sort of sense. You should see this thing strut around concrete pavement it didn't make, not a cent in its pockets nor the notion that this is an emergency and it'd better go work butt off until the problem is fixed in its head. Baboon will show the world!!11
  • The other self deluded prostitute. Another man pretending to be a woman ; at the same time another worm pretending to be a person, except on the more hipster side of things. This one's "sensible" and goes through the motions of limiting "drama". Also goes through the motions of doing something with itself, in the form of paying a dive to let her sing (absolutely no talent or voice), and also personally delivering handbills to random people with an insistent entreat for them to show up (they do not).
  • The third self-deluded prostitute. Ugly, lanky, old crack whore, who is picked by the hair by random angry invader of the improvised brothel she inhabits. Nobody notices and nobody cares, yet she puts in the effort to walk (still barefoot) back however miles on Los Angeles pavement (she also didn't make) only to be told that she's been replaced and "just hang, okay ?". All the while, to quote, "See, I know a lot about the music industry. I know a lot of people in the music industry. I myself sing."
  • The married cab driver / whoremonger. His wife loves him, and he loves her kid. She doesn't love him enough to put the obnoxious fat old woman in her place. He doesn't love her enough to solve this problem correctly. So he blows off steam with the gunk above, while the wife just boils by herself, pressure slowly increasing, and the old nag pursues unhindered her delusions of relevancy and importance. For all its stupidity, this type is incredibly common, especially historically, and as a result sort-of anchors the nonsense, if you're generous.

The entire menagerie depicted, as well as the depiction and the consumption of that depiction exist strictly as epiphenomena of an overgenerous welfare state. They carry no value and no importance, they do not speak to or of mankind, their presence is exactly equivalent to the eerie blue of Cherenkov radiation : a sad epitaph of a certain kind of context hostile to human life.

  1. 2015, by Sean Baker, with a bunch of unremarkable trannies. []
  2. You recall,

    Fuck, fuck, fuck, mother motherfuck mother motherfuck fuck motherfuck motherfuck. Noise, noise, noise 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 noise, noise noise. Shmokin'weed shmoking wizz doin' coke, drinkin' beers. Drinkin' beers, beers, beers. Rollin' fatties, smokin' blunts. Who smokes the blunts? We smoke the blunts! Rollin' blunts and smokin'-

    (Uh, lemme get a nickel bag)

    15 Bucks, little man, put that shit in my hand. If that money doesnt show then you owe me owe me owe.

    while propping the wall of a convenience store they weren't welcome patrons of. []

  3. No, this doesn't mean "boss" or anything of that human nature. It simply means "zoo keeper", human lost among the monkeys trying desperately to keep pants on. A fundamentally comedic role. []
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  1. [...] would prolly be too busy to talk to a random table waitress errr I mean model/actress/singer/songwriter) and buys herself an army except... she has no money ? "Complex characters" is I guess one way to [...]

  2. [...] center of towns, where there's sidewalks and rich people with corduroy jackets and pipes, the ring road whore is stuck barefoot in the grass fucking truckers. "Crack whore" is perhaps the best English [...]

  3. [...] perceived (because what do I personally care that some untalented crackwhore goes around thinking she herself sings ?) whereas the benefits are clear - if you guessed right you get whatever benefit of having broken [...]

  4. [...] excitation at rest. Look it up. [↩]No, I know you're delusional. Consider for instance Tangerine, it's much closer to reality than your own imagination. [↩] Category: Lifespiel [...]

  5. [...] like so many other Trilema pieces, is a reference bonanza disguised. I'll give you the third one for free. [↩] Category: Cuvinte Sfiinte Comments feed : RSS 2.0. Leave your own comment below, [...]

  6. [...] into town and the girl that, back on the farm, would have loved him. She's a one-eyelash whore half-working a half-brothel (half-clip joint) hereiii, and it's no improvement. It's no betterment, it's no [...]

  7. [...] You may enjoy watching this film on your own, perhaps. In my experience, nothing beats enjoying it on your knees, at my feet. ———No, it didn't start with "software", notwithstanding the shit they peddle stands with software in the exact relationship fast food stands with food. Nor did it start with "technology" in the similarily reductionist understanding of the term -- always denoting idle webshits that ain't even close to technology, not more so than subsistence prostitution is "industry". [...]

  8. [...] middle class girlie of "upper class ideals" or the equally fucktarded working class girlie of "I myself sing". A lisp hacker from Oslo (who "mysteriously" prefers English) has the exact same fucking problem, [...]

  9. [...] take that stupid nameless chick -- not that one, the other one. Neither the one (nor the other) have a voice, of course. Neither can be heard, [...]

  10. [...] There sat Moe, a decade ago, like so many of you morons still sit outside the holy Republic, "oh, I'd like to help the world" (or, to put it in more honest terminology, "oh, I feel death approaching and I'm retarded, meaning I missed specific age-appropriate developmental goals, how about I fight the passage of time with... um... the power of... imagination!!!"). Because this is a thing -- in your wanting it to be a thing, it then and there becomes a thing, what! Because you have options, because reasons and hallucinations. [...]

  11. [...] aside, the story sticks together, Sharon Stone smiles well, Eszterhas writes well, pre-Tangerine production values work well and deliver well... There's a vague air of 1980sia indistinctly misting [...]

  12. [...] cages, however, now that's priceless. And no, they don't need cages, mull on that for a moment. Great benefits to diversity, right [...]

  13. [...] the ready ? Doesn't that strike you a little... hm, let's see here : it's a post-apocalyptic world, monkeys walking the no-longer-maintained pavements of what used to be a city, holding microscopes and stethoscopes. Carrying Visa Platinum credit cards glued to their tails, [...]

  14. [...] a terrible job of hemming poor J. W. Howe in to the point they might've hired the dorks that shot Tangerine for about the same quality end product. The film looks indisputably cheap (even for a 1940s [...]

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