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I'm a white guy who lives in a pretty decent neighborhood so I don't have a lot of life experience dealing with cops. Ironically enough I see them pretty regularly. If you are doing illegal shit or tend to be a little more paranoid, I would avoid Fred 62. They eat there on a regular basis. Consider yourself tipped off. But I have digressed even before getting started. Where was I?
Quentin Dupieux's third movie is a fragmented day in the life of some of Los Angeles' finest who seem to not to have a lot to do on their beat. In takes almost ever situation you might have read about police getting into (selling drugs, shooting innocent, sleeping on to job, asking for sexual favors or creating terrible techno music) and stuffs it into one film. This is not Super Troopers so there is no convolted backstory or plot what so ever. There is no explanation to any of the cops' antics. Dupieux seems to still like fucking with his audience, daring them to walk out or stick around and see if there is a payoff. He doesn't seem to care if you are lost, flusted or upset by the upside down-ness he likes to bring to all his work. It is crafted that way. And this is why all his films are MMN worthy.
If you need to test any of your friendships, invite a bunch watch Rubber, Wrong and Wrong Cops with a group of friends and a few grams of weed one evening. Assess who is there by the end of the evening. I'm not responsible for the outcome as I am not a behaviorist, but do let me know what happens.
What is Marijuana Movie Night? I originally wanted to do a monthly get together with some good friends, good weed, good food and a great movie. It was going to be during the week which would, in theory, keep the night from spiraling into a smoky binge laden late night. I was excited to play projectionist at home and turning people on to some amazing films which do not get shown or even talked about regularly enough. We'd have some blockbusters too along with art house, noir, new wave and the list in my head went on. So what happened? Man, it all started to sound like a hassle. All those people at my place. My dope all smoked up. It was so perfect in my mind, it was bound to get ruined. But the name was too good to let go of and so I thought, why not a blog. I can still be at home, nothing will be fucked and I can change the rules anytime I want. And that's how this blog will be: a little bit lawless. It may be made up of anything, but at the very least I will try to keep it interesting. OK, my blog foreword is done. Come back again soon to Marijuana Movie Night.