Bullet Points

Ok, I'm a little scatterbrained as I'm supposed to be finishing a voir dire prep for a trial on Monday, but I need the distraction for a moment. So, as opposed to my usual pontifications, this week's posting is going for more of a 'shotgun' approach.

TRUTH:

Not that I can tell that anyone has actually visited this page other than myself lately, but I do want to apologize to whomever might have actually visited this site more than once in the past three weeks for the last of a posting. My justification (no, not excuse, but justification) for the delay is that I picked up some sort of nasty cold bug that just happened to coincide with the start of the fall allergy season. Whippee....

JUSTICE

Where to start? There's the growing nonsense over in Hunt County, Texas where some intrepid Assistant D.A. actually INSTRUCTED the Sheriff of the jail to record and turn over phone calls between the accused defendant and his attorney.

Are the fundamental precepts of the attorney-client privilege and the cannon of ethics COMPLETELY foreign to these people?

Then, of course, there's O.J. I think I might actually have something constructive to say on this. O.J. has been accused, and I dare say proven, to be a self-centered narcissistic bastard. Descriptions of his recent behavior, however, lead me to believe that his narcissism has reached (or returned) to a pathological level. One should, were one interested, review the diagnostic description and listing of NARCISSISTIC PERSONALITY DISORDER in the DSM-IV.

I've got a couple of other ideas percolating for future postings, but I'll leave it there for now.

PERFECT PIZZA

Last night, a friend (and fellow criminal defense attorney) and I caught a late showing of the movie. SHOOT 'EM UP starring Clive Owen, Monica Belluci, and an over-the-top Paul Giamatti.

And the simplest review is this: it's GUN PORN. There are loving shots of guns. There are action shots of guns. You see guns undressed. You see guns stroked, prodded, shoved, you name it. Hell, there is literally a sex scene in the middle of a gun fight (is that a gun fight in the middle of a sex scene?)

And, admittedly, it's fun. It's over the top and is NOT to be taken seriously. This is NOT a film in the vein of the Bourne Supremacy. It gives as much fealty to the fundamental laws of physics that Michael Bay did in TRANSFORMERS.

There's no need to mention a plot because what little plot there is exists solely to serve the various 'set pieces' of action.

Worth a view? Sure. Worth a repeat? Eh, not so much . . .

Well, time to head back to the preparation of the State v. Dashawn Brown, which probably means at least another ten day delay in my next posting.

Until next time . . .