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Sunday, January 29, 2006

Lord of War



Yes, Nicolas Cage's newest blockbuster. The action packed thriller, telling the story of the man that sells bullets - and makes a killing. It costed them $42,000,000 and took them just over a year of filming at 4 different locations. Yet, just as Michael Moore's Fahrenheit 9/11, this is nothing but an anti-American documentary.

As one critic writes; "The movie is an angry outcry against the gun traffic that turns 12-year-olds into killers and cheapens human life to the point where might makes not only right, but everything else." And that is exactly what everyone was thinking as they left the cinema hall.

They where all shocked. The United States of America is the biggest guns and ammunitions producer in the world... America, UK and France create, manufacture and ship deadly arms all over our lovely globe, helping and supporting the infamous bloodbaths in Africa and throughout other third world countries. It is thru countries like these that millions of innocent and helpless people get killed every year, be it in Nigeria, Zimbabwe or Congo.

How sad indeed - but that's not my point. I had learned two other, very diferent lessons that night. First of all, Pringles finally made sense to me. Once you pop, you can't stop. Vit, Yuri's brother, was a curious young chap. To make it short, the brothers received some cocaine as payment for one of the deals. A tiny drop of drugs, can't really harm, can it? So he gave it try, he started sniffing some coke, a small amount of coke. But he ended up in a rehabilitation centre, totally fried. His curiosity didn't kill the cat, it almost killed him.

On the same thought train - Yuri took a u-turn and stopped all the armstrading. He promised his gorgeous wife he will stop, he swore it's all over. Yes, it was over indeed. For like 3 months. No matter how curious one is, and no matter how small, innocent, harmless and unimportant it may seem - if it's wrong or bad, don't do it.

To easen some immigration issues, Mr and Mrs Orlov pretend to be a nice Orthodox Jewish couple. There is this scene where Mr, all neatly dressed in his grey suit and black hat, gets offered some non-kosher fish by his wife. He refuses to eat a single bite of it. As his wife phrases it ever so nicely "you are more orthodox then the rabbi himself". His reply is so short in words, yet so large in meaning. I like the hat, so I wont eat treif. That was lesson number two - if you dress like one, behave like one.