Incendies

 

The one on the left is about something. The one on the right is the one you should see, if you are in the mood for a serious, well made, challenging tale. Not sure how many times I will have to see it to understand it, assuming I can handle the deepness.

Paul Rails

 

“Hey dude. You know that some of us want to remain anonymous. You put us on the web and people willl know we are here.” What’s wrong with that.” “There are people here who may be wanted.” “Sure enough, my man, but most of them are unwanted.”

 

Eric ponders whatever Paul was talking about. “I had too much whiskey, too fast.”

I went to the Sholem Shuk, a local thrift shop to pick up a some clothes for Paul. Bought two pairs of pants and two T shirts for $5. Some kids stole his shoes, but the store that is too far from downtown to help the homeless, didn’t have his size shoes or any socks. Believe it or not, he liked the shirt.

 

 

Paul Smells

He smelled so bad, I could not come close enough to shoot. But he still looked like he had dignity. He complained that the yellow jackets poured out his beer as he sat in front of the Methodist Church with the permission of the Pastor. His time be running thin. Will he realize it? Who knows. He didn’t last summer.

“No one wants to help me,” he complained. “I can’t get a pair of pants or a pair of shoes.” “Not so,” I replied. “No one wants to help you in this condition. That’s all. You are wearing pants I got for you.”