The ward doctor is kindly but questionably effective. Paul is discharged after a long while his hair fully grown out again. He returns to his parents' house.
He moves slowly and doesn't say much is this the result of drug effects? Maybe some of each? He stops his medications. He runs off in the wintry night barefoot and is brought back to the hospital. Medications cause acute dystonia - he can't speak properly. Victor now has a pill rolling tremor, a side effect of antipsychotic medication. Then Paul's successful old friend Ragnwald, who had become a dentist, also suicides, out of the blue.
Once again "stabilized," Paul is discharged, this time to a "rehab home" - a high rise where he has a tiny room on the top floor he ruefully observes that this is perhaps to be his greatest achievement - reaching the top floor of a rehab home.
He is robbed of his welfare money. He says that there is a " Fridriksson lapses into conventional hokey cinema imagery at least twice: And he misses one cardinal symptom of the disorder - auditory hallucinations. Nevertheless, this is perhaps the most authentic, unvarnished portrayal of the descent of a young adult into schizophrenic illness yet filmed in a dramatic fictional form. The bleakness of Paul's circumstances is common, and his particular fate, suicide, occurs often in persons with this problem, especially in the early years of the disease.
I don't mean by this that there is no place in cinema for fantastic behavior, dreams or reveries. Of course these should be available to any storyteller. But in creating the fantastic - experiences that have no place as parts of mental illness - the filmmaker should be careful not to suggest that he or she is depicting a bona fide mental illness.
Anyone can have a fantastic experience. But only the mentally ill can have certain persistent patterns of thinking, perceiving and behaving that mark their disorder. Paul's story is a case in point. I think, on the whole, that it is presented very realistically and arranged in a manner so as to be dramatically compelling. A different question is whether the story of someone undergoing the process of a mental illness is, no matter how well told, in and of itself sufficient to make a successful feature length dramatic motion picture.
For a more objective view on this issue, I canvassed several non-mental health professional film friends who saw the same screening of Angels. They were divided on this, the majority being only mildly impressed with the film my partner and one or two others, on the other hand, found it spellbinding. It may be necessary to combine the mental illness aspect of a protagonist's story with something more to reach the threshold for effective drama.
This, I think, was achieved splendidly in another film I saw a few days earlier, A Place Nearby, that focuses on a parent's anguish in caring for a mentally disturbed adult offspring and adds in a murder mystery subtext to boot. Link made the excellent film, Beyond Silence, an Oscar nominee for best foreign film in , about a girl with normal hearing who is torn between her role as the connection for her deaf parents to the larger world and her ambition to become a professional musician.
Here Link has created a charming film about family life and the devotion of children to one another and to those they love. The German title is better, for this is the story of "Little Punk," the nickname everyone calls Luise, an endearing, enterprising but sad 10 year old girl whose wealthy parents are too busy for her, and her best friend, Anton, son of an ailing, poor, but lovingly devoted single mom. Great film for kids except for the subtitles, unfortunately because it emphasizes the importance of loyalty, devotion, loving relationships, fairness and honesty.
Good friends Leigh and Cumming decided to make a film in which they and their Hollywood acting buddies could participate. It would be a party with all the action taking place on a single evening. They made up a rough storyline over many months and then had the cast improvise a lot of the details as they filmed. In the story they are a married couple who had separated for 5 months because of their differences and who have now come back together to celebrate their 6th anniversary, inviting all their friends to help them celebrate their reunion.
Joe Cumming is a British novelist with a bisexual past who is about to direct his first film of one of his novels. Besides male and female Jennifer Beals former lovers, he invites Skye Gwyneth Paltrow a young rising star who will have the lead role in Joe's film, a role based on Sally Leigh , when she was younger.
Sally is an actress who is now a bit over the hill, and the awarding of a role representing her to a younger actress is both threatening and infuriating to her. She also is not doing well in her latest acting job. Sally also has invited someone not on the "A" list of old friends: Lawsuits have been threatened. Then there is Sally's current film director John C.
The couple's accountant John Benjamin Hickey and his wife Parker Posey help round out the action, along with Peter Sellars look-alike Michael Panes and a covey of bit players. It's quite a gang. What threatens the film but is also its greatest strength is the mundane nature of the party.
It's like any large party. This could be you and your friends. It's full of discontinuities What's nice is that the emotionally charged confrontations - and there are a few, once the Ecstasy takes hold - are balanced by some very heartfelt, simple, caring gestures among friends here.
People are for the most part unpretentious, not gushy or showy or false. Also, notice that no one's smoking, except for an occasional joint, and after several rounds of champagne, everyone switches to bottles of Evian. It's a well done two hour slice of Hollywood celeb life, turn of century style A young Rupert Everett is superb as a public school student in s Britain in a role based loosely on the experience of Guy Burgess, who later spied for and defected to the USSR. Adapted by Julian Mitchell from his play of the same name.
The subject of homosexuality in public boarding schools of that era is treated with frankness and empathy. The autobiographical screenplay was wrtten by Fisher, who was discovered working as a security guard at Sony Pictures.
The film tells an emotionally moving story in a reasonable and interesting manner. Too pat, too sticky. The best scenes concern the budding love relationship between Fisher and his girlfriend, Cheryl, played by Joy Bryant, who has an arresting screen charisma. Duvall successfully wrote and directed this showcase for his own considerable talent.
This is the story of the adventures of a charismatic, passionate, forceful whirlwind of a southern fundamentalist tent preacher, a violent man driven by his love of Christ and women, among other appetites.
A marathon group therapy session for physically handicapped patients and their partners serves as a tidy vehicle for exploring the passions that can bubble forth when people with major disabilities own up to their intense resentments and longings. I have worked at close range with military veterans who had sustained serious spinal injuries that left them terribly crippled, and I can attest that the rage displayed in this film — especially by the two younger persons with quadriplegia and paraplegia, respectively — is as authentic as the air we breathe.
This raw psychodrama may place too much healing value on angry catharsis, and it may unfairly demean the CBT methods and good intentions of the therapist, but it is riveting, incendiary stuff. Here is an ambitious effort to portray the problems we have always heard about in the Veterans Affairs VA Healthcare System, problems that have recently been accentuated and given greater media and political attention in the context of the Afghan and Iraq wars. The story in this film is built upon the indisputable scarcity of resources to take proper care of Veterans at one particular urban VA hospital.
Lack of capacity to provide adequate care is taken for granted as a fact of life in the hospital, and a major subtext of the film consists of vignettes displaying the clever, sometimes humorous, lengths to which dedicated doctors on the surgery staff will go to see that patients get what they need the surgery gang consists of Forest Whitaker, John C. Another subtext is the mountainous bureaucracy, long waiting lines, brusque and officious staff, endless sea of paperwork and Catch regulations that drive both patients and health care providers to distraction.
However, as your diagnosed condition cannot be specifically related to military service, treatment is not available at this time. This gets Shooter exactly what he wanted in the first place, namely, care on the psych. Yet another subplot concerns a special reason for shortages in the surgery program at this hospital, the clandestine pirating of supplies and money away from patient care in order to fund a costly new surgical research program, a pet project of the unscrupulous hospital director John Mahoney , himself a physician.
When the surgery staff catch on to this scam, war breaks out in earnest between them and the director, a battle that culminates in a huge demonstration and media feeding frenzy in front of the hospital, orchestrated by a powerful patient ringleader, Luther Keith David , a cool, hip, wheelchair bound, cell phone connected fellow who wears sunglasses at all hours and is decked out in medals and other baubles commemorating his past military experiences and accomplishments.
Needless to say, Luther and the good guys win. With regard to scarcity of resources, first realize the enormity of the VA: There has never been sufficient funding from Congress to assure uniformly high quality health care across this vast system. In fact it is a non sequitur.
What does often occur is that Vets, convinced that their health problems and symptoms were caused by exposure to combat, toxic agents or other hazards when they were in military service, make claims to the VA that are denied. Sometimes these denials are entirely justified.
False attribution of illness or disability to military duty usually occurs through honest but poorly informed conviction, or sometimes through a consciously fraudulent attempt to gain pension benefits and free health care.
But it is also true that the VA, like many private corporations, has a sordid track record of unjustified efforts to deny a connection between chronic illness and military duty hazards in order to save money or because of other biases. Differences obviously way beyond chance. What operated here was a variable of subjective bias among the members of these quasi-judicial review panels. But suffice it to say, many, many Vets find they are refused care or placed on interminable wait lists, and this makes people very angry.
Miraculously, he crashed in a garden just in front of the building, harming no one but himself. Interestingly, events of this sort happened in the early years of our program, when funding was very threadbare. Later, in an era of greater staff resources and special treatment options, such events ceased. Luther, by the way, is also the real deal: The scam to rip off patient care resources for research also rings true, sad to say.
Shenanigans only a hair less larcenous have been customary in dozens of medical school-affiliated VA hospitals over the years. This gave our program prestige and gloss, locally and system-wide, helped attract high quality young recruits to our staff, and carried weight when we had to compete with other specialties for new patient care budget allocations.
In the long run, patient care was enhanced by this strategy. Spending money to make money. Recent reform efforts have reduced, but not eliminated, such gaming. Regrettably, in most VA hospitals with strong academic missions, and allowing for many exceptions, it still must be said that often staff physicians tend to give only secondary priority to compassionate, empathic patient care.
Sometimes senior physicians rotate from the medical school to supervise care on VA wards; they may have little sense of identification with the specific mission to serve Veterans. There is another group of health care professionals in ancillary services: In my experience, a majority of staff in these ancillary services show high levels of idealism, empathy and dedication to patient care. The role of the top hospital managers in academic VA hospitals is to somehow navigate a course in which some balance is maintained between the missions of good patient care and research and training, always with an eye on the budget, which is never sufficient to accomplish everything everyone wants.
My problem with this film has to do with its dramatic aims and structure. In trying to have it both ways, I think its impact in both directions is muted.
The film works better as social criticism. A few supporting players in small roles are left to shoulder the humor load here: The little love subplots - Liotta and Baker, Sutherland and Thompson — add nothing to the merriment. This is a decent effort, but it could have used more bite and more humor. B-; portrayal of VA system problems: Jack Nicholson is the OCD patient. His symptoms are realistic. But his heart is melted by the charms of a waitress Helen Hunt in a transformation that a person with OCPD would be incapable of achieving.
B; on clinical authenticity: In truth, Samuel Byck was a 44 year old business man down on his luck when, in , delusionally convinced that Richard Nixon was the cause of his personal problems, he attempted to hijack an airliner and have it flown into the White House to kill the President.
He did kill two men and shot another in the airport before being shot himself and then ending his own life with a gunshot to the head. Bicke is living alone, long separated from his wife Marie Naomi Watts though he wants to be with her again.
Now he is selling office furniture. His new boss Jack Jack Thompson keeps coaching him on salesmanship but to little avail. And Samuel feels put upon just about every waking minute. He is full of anguish; his torment is palpable. He so much wants to succeed in business and win back his family. But like most people with paranoid personalities, and many who are obsessive by nature, he has little awareness of his own quirks and the effects of his behavior on others.
He cannot see what we see. That he is intrusive and controlling with Marie; that he lacks restraint and any hint of tenderness or even empathy toward her. That he is devoid of the congeniality and self confidence of a successful salesman. Rich guys just take what they want. As circumstances at work and with Marie deteriorate, Samuel becomes more desperate. He seizes upon a farfetched idea for a new tire business and applies for a federal small business loan. And then everything comes tumbling down around him.
He loses his job he provokes the boss into firing him. Marie has him served with divorce papers. His loan is denied.
Bonny is temporarily jailed for receiving stolen goods the tires. He decides that the federal loan was denied because his intended business partner is black: Why, Richard Nixon, of course. Byck, incidentally, had been hospitalized once in the past for psychiatric treatment.
Byck sent rants to Jonas Salk and Sen. Abraham Ribicoff, as well as Mr. Mueller and Penn manage to avoid a one-dimensional profile of the central character. He is not callous or calculating. We can clearly see his suffering, his torment. Personal strength comes though self knowledge. If you are blind to your own foibles, how can you contain or temper them, or turn them to any advantage? Tibetan Buddhist teachers describe the unenlightened man as a headless horseman in full gallop mode.
I Shot Andy Warhol is another film in which a person with a paranoid personality decompensates into a homicidal psychotic state. That too is a story based on fact, and Lili Taylor is chillingly effective in playing the paranoid woman, Valerie Solanas. The supporting cast here in Assassination - Ms. Watts, Cheadle, Thompson, Wincott and Nick Searcy, a longsuffering federal loan officer — are uniformly fine. This was a directing debut for Mueller. This quirky, unsettling little film concerns the daily life of elderly residents and staff in an assisted living facility.
The tone weaves back and forth between understated comic drollery and a more somber evocation of the preoccupations and humdrum existence of everyone who lives and works there. The central character is a young man in his late 20s, a pot smoking rumpled slacker named Todd Michael Bonsignore , who functions as a janitor and orderly when not being called on the carpet by the administrator for absenteeism and being late for work.
The administrator himself is no rose, swigging shots of whiskey amidst office business. And yet he finds himself unable to resist responding - always reluctantly and with no real hint of enthusiasm - to the emotional neediness of the residents. When old folks ask him about the Hereafter, Todd has them dial up Heaven on the phone, then answers their calls from another room, where he tells one woman that she can be with both her deceased husbands in Heaven, or simply pick the one she prefers, and that there is plenty of sex but no concern about bodies.
She now and then confuses their identities. Using the old surefire telephone trick, Todd pretends to answer her calls to Australia, and later frees her from an observation ward for an unauthorized breath of fresh air outdoors.
It seems more a matter of following whatever impulse will decompress a momentary, emotionally awkward situation. We are left to wonder about the extent of similar motives in determining how elders are generally cared for in institutions. First time filmmaker Elliot Greenebaum started shooting this movie in at age 22, at a nursing home in his native Kentucky, using the staff and nursing home patients as extras alongside his actors. The effect is to make his film seem very much like a documentary.
The home, run by the Masons, is a well appointed place: While not a great movie, Assisted Living does have impact. The school scene is fairly chaotic. Some of the parents are pretty volatile as well. Musician Stephen Stills is one of the fathers and is well behaved.
The chaos is accentuated by the style of the editing, which often features a barrage of very brief cuts among several scenes and camera angles. A grant will provide for another Miracle Project production at the school next year. Superb drama with delicious comedic touches concerning the challenges of aging. Franda and Emilie played brilliantly by Vlastimil Brodsky and Stella Zazvokova are in their late 70s.
Franda is a rogue, a retired actor who spends his time with another retired actor friend pulling various cons for fun they visit a lavish estate that is on sale, for example, masquerading as a wealthy retired opera star and his manager. These adventures require money, which Franda pilfers from Emilie's carefully managed household accounts, then lying about it, all of which drives Emelie wild.
That prank pushes Emilie one step too far. She files for divorce, but in a touching courtroom scene, it becomes clear that after 44 years together, Emilie and Franda still do love one another. Franda as usual vows to mend his ways and, for the first time, he does, giving up smoking, alcohol and his fraudulent adventures. She misses the zestful old rogue and laments the dull partner Franda has become. This was the last role for Mr.
Clara the beguiling actress Norma Aleandro and Raul Federico Luppi come together under contrived circumstances and proceed, against expectations, to fall in love.
This story of love blossoming in later life tenderly discloses the special nuances of love and aging: Levinson's semi-autobiographical account of childhood in a Baltimore family dominated by the grandfather, Sam Krichinsky Armin Mueller-Stahl and his brothers, Russian Jews who immigrated early in the 20th Century to make a better life here. Rough patches, family conflicts and the petty annoyances of daily life are honored, not just the good times.
See my addendum to this review for illustrative facts that help illuminate the man. I think it is more that Mr. He gives us just one such image, a recurring one: But he has a perspective about the uses of film, this most visual of all storytelling media.
It begins two years after he moved from Texas to Los Angeles to make movies. Ralph Owen Brewster Alan Alda. These relationships are all well acted and absorbing. DiCaprio also demonstrates quite credibly that Hughes was a severely disturbed, deeply neurotic individual who was susceptible to psychotic episodes. We see that he was not warmhearted, but rather an emotionally cool, often aloof, always self-centered person. While I do not know if this sequence is factually accurate, I have certainly seen clinical situations in which patients suffering from acute psychosis experienced complete cessation of delusional and hallucinatory symptoms in response to a realistic stressor requiring their full attention and coping capacity, e.
He can show the strain, the chilling aloofness, the gritty determination, the shrewd capacity for thrust and parry, the social anxiety, the momentary joy of success, the domineering, imperial manner of demanding that others do his bidding. The slight Texas drawl is fine. Maybe Hughes had such a boyish voice, maybe not. It is a constant reminder that Hughes is being played by a young actor. The other players are adequate or better, especially Blanchett, Reilly, Alda and Ross.
This may not be a great film but it a thoroughly absorbing entertainment that, as far as it goes, depicts and also celebrates one of the most unusual characters of our times. Howard Robard Hughes Jr. He died on April 5, , at the age of 71, of apparent heart failure on an airplane carrying him from Acapulco to Houston to seek medical treatment. X-rays taken during the autopsy showed fragments of hypodermic needles broken off in his arms.
Hughes himself would always be half outlaw - defying justice — and half fragile — a self-centered neurasthenic. Two men who helped shape his character were his grandfather, the monomaniac Iowa Judge Felix Hughes, and his brilliant Jekyll-and-Hyde uncle, the celebrated best-selling novelist and Broadway playwright Rupert Hughes, who also wrote screenplays for MGM.
He grew up an indifferent student with a liking for mathematics, flying and things mechanical. He audited math and engineering classes at the California Institute of Technology in Pasadena and later at the Rice Institute of Technology in Houston.
Although shy and retiring, Hughes became enamored with the motion picture industry and moved to Los Angeles in Hughes Electronics is owned by General Motors. Prior to the merger Hughes Aircraft was a world leader in high technology systems for scientific, military and global applications. Throughout his Hollywood years, Hughes maintained his passion for flying. In he won his first speed title flying a converted Boeing pursuit plane miles per hour. He and a young Caltech engineer, Dick Palmer, then built a plane called the H-1 featuring a unique retractable landing gear , which Hughes piloted to a new speed record of mph near Santa Ana, California.
From about on, Hughes began exhibiting alarming behavior and a phobia of germs, which led to a mental breakdown. His fear of germs was made worse by a drug habit that included both Codeine and later Valium; the codeine had first been prescribed to alleviate pain from injuries incurred in the XF plane crash several years earlier.
The germ obsession began in his youth due in large part to an overly protective mother and steadily heightened throughout his adulthood. Even as early as the s he required all those who came in contact with the same things that he touched to wear white gloves.
His servants had to handle everything with tissues. In he apparently suffered a second mental breakdown. Of his days living at the Beverly Hills Hotel, biographers D. Although Hughes managed to attend to business and had many periods of lucidity, his physical health had turned precarious. A member of his around-the-world flight crew represented him, calling him "…a modest, retiring, lonely genius; often misunderstood, sometimes misrepresented and libeled by malicious associates and greedy little men.
Often working for days without sleep in a black-curtained room, he became emaciated and deranged from the effects of a meager diet and an excess of drugs.
A doctor who examined him in likened his condition to prisoners he had seen in Japanese prison camps during World War II. Hughes spent the final chapter of his life in Mexico — a mentally ill recluse, wasted in body, incoherent in thought, alone in the world except for his doctors and bodyguards.
The afflicted persons, Fiona Julie Christie and Aubrey Michael Murphy have taken up residence in the same assisted living facility and become deeply attached to one another. Their respective spouses, Grant Gordon Pinsent and Marian Olympia Dukakis , both vexed and lonely, meet outside the facility and strike up an intimate relationship of mutual comfort and convenience.
The dramatic elements in the film derive from these simple facts: From a clinical point of view, the film is a decidedly mixed bag: All four principal actors are superb.
Aubrey has a more advanced case of dementia: He has a vacant stare most of the time, has lost speech, tends toward immobility and, partly as a consequence, considerable motor stiffness.
The picture is clinically perfect for this stage of the disease. Dukakis portray differing yet entirely believable non-afflicted spouses. Dukakis's Marian is more the realist, accepting of the finality of the disease and the fact that Aubrey will never again be her husband in any real sense of that term. When Marian removes Aubrey from the care facility, Fiona's depressive response is entirely convincing and predictable.
Then we get to the negatives. Fiona reads books about Alzheimers and takes the initiative to seek her own placement. Grant is opposed to this: This inverts the far more common situation. Their healthy spouses feel the same way: On the contrary in this movie, we see Fiona generally behaving quite acceptably.
Yes, she shows marked memory loss and spatial disorientation. She puts the washed frying pan in the refrigerator. She wanders away once and is unaccounted for for many hours. Her social skills remain more than adequate, typical in the first stages of the illness. Grant seems quite capable of managing things with Fiona at home and prefers this course to continue. Institutionalizing her at this point rings entirely false here. It is also clinically wrong that, given her generally favorable level of functioning, Fiona should have so much difficulty recognizing Grant when he comes to visit after the first month she is in care.
Even if she cannot recall his name, she should still easily be able to acknowledge that he is her spouse, or at least a familiar loved one, and react accordingly. For that matter, the policy of the assisted living facility in this film that prohibits any visitation by loved ones in the first month after placement is way off the mark.
I scrutinized the end credits in vain looking for a credit for any professional geriatric mental health or dementia consultant or agency.
Regrettably, the lack of such input shows here. Of course filmmakers are under no obligation to make their productions clinically authentic. But there is no reason not to do so either. For example, insertion of a few fleeting scenes together lasting less than five minutes - a fire on a neglected stove burner; a weary, haggard Grant after spending a night searching for a wandering Fiona on yet another of those escapades, or Grant simply telling a doctor about such - could have established Fiona's need for assisted living.
She was a prodigious violist in adolescence, and she almost leaps screaming from her seat in films that show simulated and flagrantly unrealistic violin playing in a movie, when it would have been so easy and inexpensive to shoot and intercut a little close up footage of a real player. A documentary film from the Erich Lindemann Psychiatric Center at the Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston, tracing the course of four severely mentally ill persons whom we meet in the hospital before their return to the community.
Their stories are told largely by themselves in serial interviews. Todd is 25, a homeless person from the Midwest, has bipolar disorder and rejects treatment for his current manic or possibly mixed episode. Naomi, a 23 year old student from New York City, is hounded by auditory hallucinations, as she suffers from a psychotic disorder her mother has schizophrenia, her father and brother, bipolar disorder.
Glen, 53, a wedding photographer from Seattle, suffers from severe OCD, with crippling handwashing rituals and other symptoms that prevent him from working.
He has come to Boston for a cingulotomy, a stereotactic brain operation that might reduce or eliminate his symptoms. Eric, 27, is a classical musician with chronic depression, recently suicidal, receiving ECT. Things unfold quite differently for these four patients.
Naomi becomes catatonic on clozapine. Todd drifts down to Florida, then to Minnesota, where he is jailed after smashing windows and making harassing phone calls. Four months after ECT, Eric is playing viola again, performing with a string ensemble, and 6 months after that there is still no evidence of a depressive relapse. Two years after surgery, Glen is working again some as a photographer, but he continues to be plagued by handwashing rituals. Naomi has remained stable, even after she and her boyfriend broke up.
Todd has been living in a homeless shelter and recently was jailed again. To its credit, this film emphasizes the broad variety of psychiatric problems that can become severe and persistent, the difficulties of discovering and sustaining effective treatment, and the importance of adherence - of collaboration — between the patient and mental health care providers to achieve improvement and stability.
The film is also honest in showing that, like other branches of medicine, psychiatry has its share of both treatment successes and failures. It is also remarkable that no scenes in this film have been reenacted. The major weakness of the film is that it takes up so many patients, problems and issues that, given a tight 53 minutes to cover everything, it spreads itself too thin, often becoming entrapped in superficiality.
Focusing on one patient, nearly every aspect of her illness and resulting social predicaments is explored in a nuanced manner in 67 minutes. Regrettably, intercuts of archival footage showing psychotic behavior, lobotomy and ECT in earlier eras take up precious time to provide gratuitously sensational scenes, just the sort of images that tend to reinforce negative stereotypes of psychiatric care. A vivid picture of past shoddy treatments is worth a thousand words about how we've improved things since then.
Eric, Naomi and Todd have stories and illnesses that are common, and thus they are apt representatives of the persistently mentally ill. Glen, however, represents only a fraction of people that suffer from OCD, i. Rosenberg, who also provides occasional voiceover narration, brings a rarified expertise to his work.
He is a practicing psychiatrist in New York City and also an experienced documentary filmmaker, having produced several films on mental health issues. Thus the shortcomings of this film are all the more surprising. Families Under the Influence , about family treatment for addictions, that is better.
A psychodrama of sexual obsession and emotional upheaval set in Vienna during the cold war. Art Garfunkel is cast as Alex Linden, an American psychoanalyst lecturing at a Viennese university and covertly working for the American government to profile spies. He meets Milena Flaherty Theresa Russell , and the two strike up an erratic, stormy affair. She has a spouse, Stefan Vagnic Denholm Elliott , who lives next door in Czechoslovakia, and who may be a spy.
Milena still crosses the border to visit him regularly. Nicolas Roeg is a pioneer in the artful use of flashbacks as a device to tell stories in surprising ways.
There we meet a Viennese police detective, Inspector Netusil a young, long haired Harvey Keitel , who is suspicious of Alex, whose oddly uncooperative behavior only spurs Netusil on. Then we go back in time to see how Milena and Alex met, and we follow their roller coaster affair, these scenes interspersed with flash forward brief cuts of doctors attending to the comatose Milena back in the present. It becomes ever more clear that Alex and Milena are both psychologically disturbed individuals, perhaps even drawn to each other for this reason.
The story is absorbing and suspenseful, even as one finds it difficult to identify with these people. Alex, a rather boring chap, seems to want Milena to be a person other than herself, which drives Milena into rages. Then they make up, and the cycle repeats itself. Russell's portrayal fits very nicely with the picture of borderline personality. She resists acting in a manner that Alex seems to want, but then gives in, fearful of losing him if she does not go along.
She uses alcohol and drugs. She is capable of making a several suicide attempt when her relationship with Alex seems doomed. I told them to send for Boone's records. If they didn't then that's another form of malpractice.
When I told them I was an investigator for attorney's, and friends with a woman I believed was D. Told me they'd get me a bus ticket to Kansas "They are good with autism in Kansas" says Dr.
Even though they have the Thompson Center, here. Not that it's any good They refused a ticket because Beth O. Instead they falsely wrote that a friend in AZ was sending me a bus ticket. Obviously to cover their asses in case I actually got into that car. The friend they wrote this about was Virginia, the human trafficking investigator, who knows damn well I did no such thing.
Didn't even have her new number until I got out. I didn't tell Virginia that, either. I had to maintain a social firewall between us to be able to do my work. She probably ultimately taught me the basics via whomever taught my U. Navy father during Vietnam. I just took it to a different level before i was a teenager They got the basics by sending in feds to hospitals, homeless shelters, and drug treatment clinics and present with what looks like a valid needs for services.
Now, I need to teach them how to do multiple interviews and rapid mathematics applications. Virginia is smart enough to get it, and teach it. Now, back to my "I can't breathe! The doctors are going to blame Kristy L. Jacoby, or Rachel Skrall? Rachel eats Cheetos in bed while she plays on her iPad, and iPhone, and then bitches about the mice in her bed.
The house is literally covered in mouse turds. And stinks like funky ass dog sweat. I had safer, more sanitary sleeping conditions on the church porch during my street investigation that got a missing 15 year old boy identified as a trafficking victim.
I emailed a contact at CPD, and Ruth. Louis, and his junkie side-kick the bullshit 'rape' victim K2 Junkie 'Baby' Barbara who everyone refused to fuck because she refused to bathe. That pussy was cuttin' up, too. As was her breath. After they've all snitched each other out, and they and the doctors have all confessed to malpractices via trying to blame me somehow the audio is going to prove priceless, here they'll all write me checks.
The same way white folks felt threatened by 'negro's' back in the day, saying stupid shit about how they smelled, and sweated profusely, as a reason to make them drink from different water fountains, use different bathrooms, and set at the back of the bus. Again, Podunk perceptions are not reality. If I were a white male, they'd be placing a Nobel Prize around my neck. But, I'm a homosexual female Kristy had a responsibility to actually examine ME. Alicia Ludden, and Dr. Megan Cates, Kristy refused.
I tried to tell her the truth and save face. She refused to pick up the phone. So, "I didn't know" isn't a valid excuse. Willful ignorance is a deliberate choice. Jacoby was about to get married into a 'Keeping up with the Jones' LGBT wedding with a baby head shrink with the ass the size of a 13 year old who tweets stupid shit. If Kristy shot her mouth off, she also violated H. No exam, no claim of a clinical evaluation. However, she chose to maintain a clinical approach so she chose to violate H.
They charged me for having done this, yet the audio, and LACK of tests, ultrasounds, etc. Then they stuck a stamp on it and dropped it into the U. That made it federal criminal offenses. Besides the Chapter 12 criminal A. Kristy's indiscretions were in the interest of preserving the integrity of her marriage. Therefore her fuck-ups are forgiven. I'd certainly defend my marriage to her, or any future female, passionately, regardless of who got pissed.
Kristy never could 'hold her nuts' when it came to me I was only 28 and you were a super-cute prodigy! Plus, from ' I was forced to take the now famous criminally marketed they plead guilty suicide drug Neurontin, now called gabapentin. Even WITH the bullshit letters to maintain my cover she was still obligated to do a thorough evaluation before making any clinical assertions.
Robin McCartney complained that I was lying to the junkies They don't deserve my respect, my trust, or for me to turn a blind eye to protect them.. I have kids to protect Why you use your talents to protect children Even though she, and her wife Kristen Clark, has likely sat on most of these doctors faces.
Possibly at the same time. I dubbed Kristy as the most beautiful, and sexiest woman on the planet. That was based on when she made smart decisions.
She screwed the pooch on that. She climbed into her prejudices, ignorance, and climbed up Kristen Clark's teeny weeny teenager ass and thereby hogtied the entire medical community over a piece of pussy. I never dubbed Kristy to be the smartest woman on the planet. But, one must be S. Which sounds like addictive behavior, per the literature on it Those who see addictive behaviors in everyone are usually linear thinkers with addiction disorders.
I see happy, healthy, smart, well-meaning, ethical people. Like myself, and my best friends Darla, and Virginia. Whom I get along with perfectly. It's only after individuals have repeatedly done S. At that point, depending on the amount of damage, collateral damages, and potentially irreparable harm that these fucking bozos cause usually formally educated rednecks-lesbians included I start low, and come high with my systems analysis.
By the time I'm half-way up their begging me to stop. However, unlike them I do nothing half-assed. I complete the tasks they have pushed me into, despite their pleas for mercy, and dispense social justices as I damn well see fit.
Otherwise known as 'giving them a taste of their own medicine'. Making the offenders recoil, motivating them to change their approach, and thus 'correcting' their destructive behaviors is the ultimate goal. I was trained to be a U. Navy Officer as a child. I was married to a corrections officer for about a decade. A standing ovation from the crowd must have been a high point in their burgeoning career.
Travis was the special surprise guest which was fine by me. I was a little bit lost after "12 Memories" but that was partly because "The Invisible Band" was an excellent album. Other tracks from their set included "Sing" and the shimmery "Driftwood". It was not my cup of tea but I was impressed by her vocal range for someone who is so young.
Lilly also had a good stage presence as she engaged the audience and had an aurora of confidence about her. One thing that had me laughing was her reference to a "colostomy bag" in her lyrics.
How does she know what a colostomy bag is? The Shins closed the evening with selections from their solid new album "Wincing the Night Away". The Shins are masters of melody as they possess an uncanny ability to make their songs sound fresh using classic chord progressions.
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