City of God
Watched City of God DVD.
The obsessions with everythin' Brazilian continues. Fetch me spyglass! (See my article on Brazilian woman, a brief review o' a compilation of Brazilian music fer more on th' obsession.) City o' God is an excellent movie, beautifully shot, with plot twists some o' which were obvi'us (like who killed th' scallywags in th' motel) an' some not. And swab the deck! Prepare to be boarded! It were bein' not as violent as I expected it, at least in terms o' what they showed. There be certainly moments o' horrific violence which occur just off-camera, an' justifiably so, since th' story is told from th' point o' view o' Rocket, who is an outsider t' almost everythin' that happens in it, except, o' course, at th' very end, and a bucket o' chum. If ye get a hold o' th' DVD, stick aroun' fer th' hour-long documentary on th' favelas, which be characterized as a war-zone. I've no nay ne'er been t' one, an' no nay ne'er will be t' one, but it makes me wonder if scallywags like Diplo, who includes th' word "favela" in his baile funk compilations—see the Pitchfork review for Favela Strikes Back t' see what I mean—have e'er been t' one. The scene in th' documentary o' th' policement escortin' a subject up a favela, with th' wenches o' th' neighbourhood followin' them (so that th' police won't execute th' suspect), then back down, is easily th' documentary's most hauntin', by Blackbeard's sword. City o' God, th' second half starrin' Seu Jorge as Knockout Ned, is a beautiful, complex, sometimes scary film about th' poorest areas o' a poor country.