La révolution est au menu
I'm on my way to the movie theater to see "Gunner Palace", a documentary about a unit of American soldiers in Iraq. It turned out to be an uncompromising look on the soldiers' life there but also not a very good documentary, lacking a thread or a narrative. The authors clearly thought that they could just show smartly edited footage and call it a day and it shows. There is no substitute for structure. It is still a somehow controversial documentary and I am not entirely surprised to see a crowd of people gathered in front of what I think is the theater. As I get closer I realize my mistake. The theater is still a block away and the crowd is standing in front of the "Hard Rock Café". Mostly kids, captivated by what one guy perched on a mail box is telling them. He is dressed all in black, shaved head and a chain hanging from his front pocket to the back of his pants. I can't imagine what political discourse he is brainwashing them with when I hear him say: "And the special tonight...". These kids at the heights of concentration are listening to a waiter describing the menu of the restaurant they're about to enter. About 30 or 40 kids, listening to a list of appetizers.
The Fidel Insalata or the Bush Omelet?