tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681409219482184493.post5013284010763725211..comments2023-07-22T14:48:24.268+01:00Comments on Under the Neapolitan Son: Butcheryrompipallehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07892706517142119999noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681409219482184493.post-54970763073158991302007-03-27T19:36:00.000+01:002007-03-27T19:36:00.000+01:00Oy, Doug, so morbid. I was nearly done in by The J...Oy, Doug, so morbid. I was nearly done in by The Jungle, so I think I'll pass on the film. My stab at vegetarianism in California was short-lived. With all the happy, free-roaming, hormone-free, euthanized animals being served up in the Bay Area, one can almost feel noble about being carnivorous.rompipallehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07892706517142119999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681409219482184493.post-86464721378894546012007-03-27T18:15:00.000+01:002007-03-27T18:15:00.000+01:00Re: butchers, and only tenuously on-topic (sorry!)...Re: butchers, and only tenuously on-topic (sorry!), but I highly recommend the Criterion Collection DVD of <A HREF="http://www.criterionco.com/asp/release.asp?id=260" REL="nofollow"><I>Eyes Without A Face</I></A>, a psychological thriller directed by Georges Franju, and not only because it's a great film. There's a short documentary Franju made in the late '40s about slaughterhouses in Paris called <I>Blood of the Beasts</I> included on the DVD. There is basically no way in hell anyone can watch that documentary and not become a vegetarian. (Actually, if someone watched it 30 or 40 times, they'd get used to it, of course, which says a lot about all of us.)Doughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03152732581506524003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681409219482184493.post-89673327687283710952007-03-27T08:11:00.000+01:002007-03-27T08:11:00.000+01:00So many little voices of authority in a place with...So many little voices of authority in a place with so little public order...it's as though the individual's respect for authority is inversely proportional to his or her propensity to pontificate. But this is one of the ironies I love about southern Italy!Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06171639017849569774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681409219482184493.post-40082811238054426582007-03-26T16:18:00.000+01:002007-03-26T16:18:00.000+01:00That was one of the best blog entries I've ever re...That was one of the best blog entries I've ever read. And, yes, I think you should've have won the contest. You're hilarious. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681409219482184493.post-28916824434113809592007-03-24T23:38:00.000+01:002007-03-24T23:38:00.000+01:00No need to reply to comments, I don't think...unle...No need to reply to comments, I don't think...unless you feel moved to...Doughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03152732581506524003noreply@blogger.com