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Nordic CBD Oil Reviews | {2020 Updated} Read This Before You Buy
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i need some time not in this body
it’s too late
to be someone else, not good.
I just need 24 hours,
to do a few wrongs,
that should’ve been normal.
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Good Time (2017)
I haven’t smoked up on speed or MDMA but if’n I do I’m sure it’s going to feel like this film. You enter this strange, sub-ordinary part of the lower-class world. It’s just about money, survival, and family (desperate for money). The film revolves around an underdog (Connie) who is trying to get his brother (Nick) out of jail after a failed bank robbery. A total offbeat and ludicrous story (at least for non-native proletariats), powered by the trippiest cinematography & music in the history of trippiest cinematography & music.
The cinematography by Sean Price Williams is the biggest winner for me. It feels nothing less than witnessing a psychedelic painting. The colors, the frames, and the background score are literally making out in a giant orgy. You’re looking at a pure aesthetic; art-for-art’s-sake type; artistic piece. By the way mind-bending acting by Pattinson & Safdie. Story’s a little devastating though so in short it feels like a bad trip?
About the plot, Connie just robbed a bank (with his brother) in an attempt to start-over their lives, except the police catches Safdie (the brother). Whatever amount Connie has he puts it to get his brother out (which didn’t work out because he was 10 grand short). Though this got me thinking about how insignificant are lives can be and how easily some people throw it away. It’s 10 grand (which I admit is a lot) driving Connie’s character forward and has led to cause some really terrible events (ie a few deaths). His journey enables us to view a whole lot of drug and miscellaneous issues of this realm (like extensive drug intake/ premature indulgence in drugs/ sex etc.) But this proletariat class we’re talking about, it’s not that they don’t know the value of life, and they’re not smoking up by choice. I mean ya kinda by choice, but for a large demographic, it is in-fact a necessity to cope. Our bourgeois class, including my family, demeans lower-class’s addiction to bidi/drugs/alcohol and question their morals because of a robbery/ murder. But what do you expect:/ Sorry they don’t have the comfort you do. A tiny relationship issue and people spend lakhs on therapy (that too school kids?). I think drug use to cope with a great depression (their entire life) is quite justified (for this demographic at least). The film’s plot which some may call ridiculous (ie my mother), is just a taste of what’s real.
In the worst-worst-worst-worst case scenario, if I were in a similar situation I could’ve jugaad-oed my way out (with family money of-course), but it’s just funny how a super insignificant figure to me could change xyz’s life if he’d asked me you know? Like I’d give it to a complete stranger whose life could be turned/ mother could get treatment/ sister wouldn’t get raped/ or whatever! But they don’t know I want to help:/ and so many others I assume. The guy who does all the kitchen stuff at my house takes around 13k per month. I just spent 5k on whey protein. Not to sound entitled but I mean, I can buy it right if I have the money right? Should I feel bad because lately I do feel bad. 5k could possibly change my servant’s entire family’s lifestyle. Who fairly deserves it?
As a kid also I did question this disparity, but my parents kinda cushioned my guilt by saying I am, in fact, entitled to purchase whatever I want. Because it’s our money. And it is our money. My father worked really hard to earn it. But it just doesn’t seem right. Welcome myself to the Marxist club but I do feel a little uncomfortable stepping out of a car in expensive clothes when there’s a construction guy standing right in front of me working his 10 hour shift in Delhi’s soaring heat. I have grown to prefer cheaper/ older/ possibly first-copy clothes, the more beat up cars, old shoes, or poorer (or necessity-based) conditions in general. It’s not a desperate attempt to fit in the mass society, I personally feel more comfortable and unburdened by guilt that way.
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