That Homeless Man Was Mighty Subject to Curiosity

"HOMELESS MAN ATTACKS A BUNCH OF KIDS AND IT WAS TERRIBLE AND SO BAD THEY ALMOST DIED."

Like any Friday night, I was walking through campus to a nearby house with two friends of mine. We were walking down the sidewalk on a slightly-shady street when we encountered a homeless man on drugs with a plastic crate of weird papers in his hand. He had a winter cap and a sleeveless shirt on, which revealed his arms to be covered in what seemed like Hebrew inscriptions written in Sharpie marker. He started speaking to us in garbled rambling about how he was part of some "Jewish cult," and we tried to understand while walking, before finally asking "what's up." I told him I was doing well, and asked him the same. We then started speeding along, because all of us were a tad bit scared. He then randomly asked where the nearest 7-11 was, and all three of us pointed in a similar direction. He thanked us and then went on his way. However, he started talking to himself as he walked. In fact, as we tried to listen, we noticed he was talking to himself in three different but equally demonic voices, including his own. This was kind of freaky to hear at 10pm on a Friday night. It was dark out and the drug-induced homeless savage was saying weird, garbled demonic phrases like "Spider House is crushed," among other things that have no context on any plane of reality you and I might be on. Just a few minutes after, I cursed myself for not filming an interview with this man; he probably had some intense knowledge that would've been interesting on camera. I went searching after him, through alley ways and convenience stores like 7-11, but I never found him. My friends were scared of him and I was fearfully curious of what his mind might entail. This man had complete disregard for society's regulations, and for the rules that keep people that have psychopathic tendencies like him in check. Kind of like Obama?

Society has rejects and mentally ill people. Would a schizophrenic homeless Jewish cultist be a mentally ill reject of society? Until I come across this man again, I will never know what is going on inside his head. Does he think he is a reject? Because isn't your place in society what you make it, since there isn't a person that determines that for anyone? I hope to one day find him and ask him for his background, because there must be some explanation for where he is now. One can only wonder. I wish I had a picture of him.

The Aesthetics of the Tea Serving Scene in "Bronson"

The 2008 pseudo-biopic movie "Bronson" starring Tom Hardy is definitely a movie that I appreciate more than most. It is mostly nonfictional and is definitely hilarious. One of my favorite scenes in the movie is the Tea Serving Scene, I recommend you at least watch it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VZwNVFq_rU. The way that the scene is performed by the actors involved makes for a tacit and wildly brilliant scene in the movie, with a humorous tone that arises from the performances by the actors, in a very subtle way. I want to break down this scene since not only did the new Tom Hardy move "Mad Max: Fury Road" come out today, and I would love to promote a good Tom Hardy movie for people, but also because I want to show the brilliance of this film because it really is a brilliant movie, that everyone should watch at some point. It's socially significant and is also really great.

The scene starts with "Charles Bronson," the main character's pseudonym, entering a room while pushing a cart with tea and tea accessories on it. There is only a prison guard in the room at the time.

Charles Bronson: Would you like a cup of tea, mate?

I love how he says this; the accent is perfect.

Prison Guard: Thanks, Mickey, I'd love one.

It's funny how the prison guard actually knows Bronson by name. This is probably because at this point Mickey Peterson AKA Charles Bronson is already known as "Britian's Most Violent Prisoner." Bronson has probably beaten up many guards at the prison he is in, possibly including some of this particular guard's friends, or maybe even him. They all know Bronson, and probably not because of anything good.

Bronson: Milk and sugar?
Guard:Please.

The prison guard sounds so subtly desperate for the milk and sugar. I'm almost unsure on how the tone of his voice is supposed to reflect his mood. He almost sounds fed up with his work, at the moment.

Bronson: How many sugars?
Guard:Two.
Bronson: Two ...

At this point in the scene, a character that is later known as "Paul Daniels" enters the room as he sings a song about tea while smoking a cigarette like he is a tobacco connoisseur.

Paul: Picture you upon my knee,
Tea for two
and two for tea,
Just me for you and you for me ...
Da, da...
Bronson:And would you like a cup of tea too mate?


I love Hardy's line delivery; Bronson can tell that this man is probably indirectly asking for a cup of tea. Bronson loathes indirectness, and is probably the bluntest character in the movie, and maybe the bluntest man in Britain.

Paul: Nothing closer to my heart than a cup of English Cha.

This is my favorite line in the whole scene. The way he says it, *mph*, it's delicious.

Bronson: Sugar and milk?
Paul: No, I like it dark.

Matt King (the actor who portrays Paul Daniels) continues to perform in this raspy voice that is uncomfortably soothing and is generally humorous to listen to.

Paul [cont.]: That's an impressive set of guns you have there,
you must be handy in a brawl.
Bam! Bam! Knock-out ...
Ding Ding ...
Very Nice.

These lines are not only still funny to listen to, they also foreshadow a later part of the movie. Paul's social etiquette is hilarious in itself, and really ties this scene together, like the rug in The Dude's room in The Big Lebowski.

For anyone who likes Tom Hardy, I recommend this movie. It is a bit weird, a bit disturbing and is very good. The acting is fantastic and anyone who loves a good British brawl will enjoy "Bronson."