It doesn’t take much to turn me off a movie. I’m pretty picky.
Yeah, I love vigilante flicks, but when I see two guys who are supposed to know better wearing rosaries like necklaces, it wrecks everything for me.
I know the “Catholic” stuff is supposed to be campy, but I’m a pain about this stuff in movies.
Also? The scene that always gets posted name-checks “Kitty Genovese” and at this late date, still gets the story wrong.
But at least the “priest” pronounces her name right, with four syllables.
When you hear it like that, you wonder: maybe the urban legend is true after all.
Maybe the neighbors really didn’t call the cops because they were scared to — but for different reasons than we’d been led to believe.
If you’re last name is “Genovese,” and the police never find your killer, it’s likely because some other guys found him first.
I’d like to think a “family” member got to the NYT reporter and “encouraged” him to push the angle of toxic urban indifference, so they could take care of the “situation” personally.
The cops found the “moolie” anyhow.
All you need to know about the late 20th century is he later got a B.A. in Sociology.
(UPDATE: while looking up “moolie,” I found this priceless example of Italian math.
(The rest of the entry is what I had to listen to every day in high school. If it is possible to “hear” spelling mistakes, yeah, those were included.)
