Thursday, March 12, 2009

And *another* bitchslap to Bush from Obama: ecological policies to be rescinded?

Bush certainly went into a flurry of excitement, signing bill after stupid morally-corrupt bill in his last moments in the Oval Office, and one of his last-minute policies was a change that basically removed protections towards endangered animals and organisms, namely the Polar Bear.

Well, now President Obama has the chance to quickly rescind these stupid policies with the flick of a pen in his recent budgetary spending bill.

President Obama has just signed a $410 billion omnibus spending bill that included several riders giving him unambiguous authority to rescind the midnight rulemaking by ex-President Bush that gutted the Endangered Species Act.

Obama may now, with the stroke of a pen, rescind the Bush Administration’s last-minute rules that:

— forcibly removed global warming from the list of extinction threats to the polar bear (despite scientific opinion that global warming is the bear’s chief extinction threat)

— allowed oil and gas drilling in polar bear habitats

— eliminated the need to consult with wildlife and marine scientists when allowing mining, building, logging and other destructive projects that might increase extinction threats to endangered species.

Sacrificing animal life and ecological concerns for more oil ... Dear God, could Bush be anymore of a caricature of himself and Republicans in general?

Time to get movin', Obama! :P

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Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Another Bush bitchslapping from Obama: lowering restrictions towards Cuba

President Obama is the gift that keeps on giving, though it isn't exactly hard to just say 'no' to the myriad of braindead-stupid Bush policies spewed everywhere like half-digested bile from a retarded, vociferous harpy. One of the biggest stains on the US's record for a long time has undoubtedly been the US embargo on Cuba, a long-outdated relic of a 'crisis' we had three decades ago and that should have been ended a very long time ago.

Naturally, with that junkheaded-twit Bush in office, he further increased restrictions towards Cuba (what, 50s' cars and Appolo 13-era computers aren't pathetic enough?), just to make Cubans' life a little more difficult, so now President Obama has included a section in his new $410 billion budget that allowed for slightly better traveling and trading relations towards Cuba. A small step, but it's a start.

(CNN) -- The $410 billion budget President Obama signed Wednesday will make it easier for U.S. residents to travel to Cuba and to send money to family members on the island. It also could facilitate the sale of agricultural and pharmaceutical products to Cuba.

Three provisions attached to the omnibus spending bill loosened restrictions enacted by then-President George W. Bush after he came to office in 2001.

[Included: a picture of bicycle taxis, the primary method of transportation in Havana, Cuba.]

Much of the aforementioned article is deep in politics, which I neither know or am interested in all that much, but I can only hope that Obama will finally remove the stupid and pointlessly oppressive embargo against Cuba once and for all.

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Uncle Hub's 'What every boy needs to know to become a man' speech

I've had this stuck in my head for the last couple of days, ever since I finally found and rewatched that wonderful movie, Tim McCanlies' Secondhand Lions. One part has been usurping my thoughts, I ain't even sure why (these things happen to me; I get obsessed about trivial and/or random things): Uncle Hub's 'What Every Boy Needs to Know to Become a Man' speech that he reportedly gives to to all the young'uns he meets when they're about to become an adult. Don't worry, ladies – it's so fantastic, it can apply perfectly well to the female sex as well. :)

In the movie, he gives a short little excerpt to young Walter when the latter asks him if all the wonderful stories he's heard are true or not. Here it is below, paraphrasing from memory.

Sometimes, the things that may or may not be true, are the things that a man needs to believe in the most. That people are basically good. That honor, virtue and courage mean everything; that money and power, power and money, mean nothing. That good always triumphs over evil. And remember this, this is the most important: true love ... True love never dies. It doesn't matter if those things are true. A man needs to believe in them, because those are the things worth believing in.

— Hub McCann (Robert Duvall), Secondhand Lions

Such a beautiful excerpt. Makes me wish he could fill me in with the rest of it. As I said in my doting review, every kid on Earth should have relatives or friends like those two old men around.

Although I may not exactly agree with all those things being true, those certainly are the sorts of values 'worth believing in'. Everyone, no matter who or what you are, needs to believe in something. Everyone needs a rock, a crutch, to lean on, to provide support, when life kicks their legs out from under them. Shit will happen now and again, can't run or hide from it, and when it hits you, you need something to hold on to to keep you up and keep you from losing hope (and possibly more). It doesn't matter what; an idea, a dream, a hope, a feeling or conviction, a person, a song; anything. Everyone needs to believe in something, even if they don't know what the hell they believe, or should believe, in anyway. We need that support and comfort. Some choose religion; some choose faith in people; some choose science and logic; etc. I don't even know what I believe in, myself. In inevitability, perhaps – what will happen, will happen, so no use trying to prevent it or counteract it, you'll just be kicked in the balls and thrown into a dumpster. (Metaphorically.)

Sorry for the totally, completely and entirely random entry that this is; but hell, this is a blog for anything the hell I feel like saying, so damned if I'll stop myself. :P

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Atheism is NOT a religion!

Fact, as demonstrated by this quick graphic I just drew up because ... I felt like it. Sorry for the small size, I had to shrink it to 700px in width from its original 1024px ...

Quod Erat Demonstrandum. Next stupid Creationist claim?

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Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Undercover fake terminally-ill patient busts Right-to-Die group

Late last month I commented on the now-famous Right-to-Die advocates ring, the Final Exit Network, that got busted and is due for court. This is a continuation of that story as new details and updates occur.

I'm not certain when this occurred, but a report states that an undercover state investigator posed as a terminal-phase cancer patient and asked for the ring's aid in his supposed assisted suicide. Naturally, the good people of the Final Exit Network agreed to help carry out the sleazeball's 'final demands', and in return, got busted (again?).

ATLANTA — An undercover state investigator told a right-to-die network that he wanted to kill himself. In response, he later testified, officials of the network planned to have him asphyxiate himself with a helium-filled face mask while holding down his arms.

After an investigation, four officials of the group, known as the Final Exit Network, were arrested last month on charges of racketeering and assisted suicide.

The arrests raised questions about whether the group, which has helped some 200 people commit suicide since 2004, merely watched people take the leap into death, or pushed them over the edge.

There isn't much I can say here that wouldn't be plainly and flatly repeating myself for the umpteenth time. I believe the group's actions, if they're as advertised, are noble and honorable and never should be anywhere near a courtroom setting. This is once again self-serving, self-righteous assholes deciding who gets to live or not depending on their own stupid beliefs, something I shall never condone or be respectful towards.

The chief claim against the Final Exit Network is it's alleged 'hands-on' approach; while other Right-to-Die support and advocate groups generally tend to be more like counselors or guides, members of the FEN are said to be directly involved in the actual assisted-suicide acts themselves, which – predictably – some say damages the movement instead of helps it.

Other groups are concerned that the network will portray the movement negatively.

“People don’t want to do this underground or covertly, with hushed tones, with great risks to themselves and their loved ones,” said Barbara Coombs Lee, the president of Compassion and Choices, which supports end-of-life decisions. “They want to have their physician involved. They want hospice care involved. They want their family there without shame or risk.”

Even if she's also a Right-to-Die advocate, I have to disagree. How can she, or anyone from either side of the fence, proclaim to know what people want in their final hours? Sure, some do want to be surrounded by loved ones and family for moral support and all that. Perhaps even a certain amount of the majority. But certainly not all – it's simple statistics that some will want to be alone for whatever reason. Perhaps they are ashamed and just want it over. Perhaps they don't want to have their family and cared ones see them suffer. And then, what about those who may not even have any friends or loved ones at all?

And this bit about them wanting their physician involved along with hospice care – sorry, that's just rubbish. I can hardly imagine that the location where the patient chooses to die would be a cold hospital, rather than their comfy home with familiar surroundings, and as for the physician, unless they were more than 'doctor-patient', I don't think the patient would care all that much at all. It's just another face in a white lab coat.

I know if I ever was about to be guided through assisted suicide, I'd want to do it at my home, with the few people I cared for; the presence of my doctor would be entirely dependent on how I got along with him or not.

But of course, one thing you can depend on is close-minded idiocy from this basic right's opponents.

Opponents of assisted suicide were harsher.

“These are people who instead of pulling you back from the ledge, they shove you off,” said Stephen Drake, a research analyst for Not Dead Yet, an advocacy group for the disabled that opposes assisted suicide. “Legally, we may not know what this means. But in a personal sense, it can mean the difference between life and death.”

Seems Mr. Drake doesn't write much; his sentence structure leaves quite a bit to be desired, casting some question marks upon his relevance. But irrelevant; he speaks like any other imbecile, blowing it out of proportion ('shove you off [the ledge]'), bringing up the legality as if that had anything to do at all with if it's right or wrong instead of merely permitted or not, etc. And his last comment about it being 'the difference between life and death' ... well, no shit, Einstein. Some genius, isn't he?

His group's name, 'Not Dead Yet', doesn't seem particularly wise a choice in terms of the impression it imprints one with, but now I'm just getting petty and nitpicky. (Why not?)

Overall, I think the only right thing to do is ... Well, why don't I let Mr. Dincin, a member of the Final Exit Network, say it for me?

“There are millions of people who think what we do is just awful,” Mr. Dincin said. “They think we shouldn’t touch a person’s natural course from living to dying, but I think people have a right to decide for themselves.” [My emphasis]

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I've never been prouder to be an atheist

That is, now that I've discovered something I can NOT believe I've never heard of. Introducing, to the two or three cretins like me who've never heard of them before, 'The Atheist Experience' from Houston, Texas. (Yes, finally some southerners that don't sweat Bible verses.)

Official site with info @ http://www.atheist-experience.com/.

You can also watch most, if not all, of these videos on YouTube – just search for 'atheist experience'.

Forgive me if I don't go into details and description as I usually do, only I've got a few years' worth of videos to cram in ... But here's the basic set-up: you've got one or two 'hosts', atheists, who accept calls from anyone from fundies to Creationists to other atheists to folks that don't really have a particular opinion, about anything from religion and philosophy to science. Those folks ask questions, the hosts reply as best as they can, and it's all unscripted and improvised, which means much of the time the results are totally unpredictable – half the time it's all fine and dandy, the other half the caller nearly strokes in a fit of delusional rage (wait, isn't that typical of religiots?) while the hosts, who seem to possess truly divine patience and cool-headedness, either cut them off or just laugh in sheer amusement.

This is the stuff that comprises my wet-dreams. Now excuse me while I watch a few more snippets of sanity, reason and science from the South. *Slams door shut*

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One step closer to curing cancer ...

It's being reported that British scientists have found a way to deliver anti-cancer genes to cancer cells, effectively damaging or even destroying them altogether. This is all done via nanotechnology (you know, robots so small you need a powerful microscope to even see them).

The therapy has so far only been tried out on mice, but the aim is to test it in humans within two years.

If it works in people, it would provide a highly targeted mechanism for delivering cancer-fighting gene therapy.

This is fantastic news. It's the first truly promising anti-cancer treatment I've ever heard, personally (but then I'm not exactly in the loop or anything), and despite the understandable mind-boggling complexities and difficulties, it certainly sounds worthy of keeping an eye on it.

How it works: the anti-cancer genes are packaged in very small particles that are only taken up by cancer cells, leaving healthy normal cells totally untouched. Once taken up by the cancer cells, the genes force the cells to produce a protein that can kill the cancer cells. Due to the extreme precision and efficiency of this approach compared to traditional surgical operations, this can help many more cancer patients who otherwise would be helpless with tumors that are inoperable, being too close to high-risk areas such as the brainstem or lungs or whatever.

All I can do is wish them my very best luck. Breakthroughs and advances like this are the reason I love science in the first place – it's a discipline where advancement and progress is permanent and omnipresent, where results are real and quantifiable, and the benefits to us and the world, immeasurable.

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There's something fishy goin' on here ...

Sometimes, stories just 'don't feel right' for reasons you can't quite explain; this one is rather less implicit. Ronald Cummings, the father of a missing 5-year-old Florida girl, is about to marry his girlfriend ... who's 17.

Putnam County Clerk of Courts Tim Smith says Ronald Cummings and Misty Croslin applied for a marriage license Monday in Palatka, Fla.

Because Croslin is only 17, she needed consent of both parents. The license is good until March 12.

Relatives say they plan to marry as soon as possible.

Haleigh Cummings has been missing for a month.

Se he's in the middle of having his child disappear on him, and suddenly he decides, what, 'The Hell with it, I'm gettin' married!'? Not to mention his would-be bride is all of seventeen – I didn't know it was even legal at all to marry at that age. She can't even freakin' drink alcohol yet, and she's gonna be a wife! What the hell kind of batshit-crazy parents has that kid got, anyway, allowing her to marry at that age, with that man? She's my age and gonna be a spouse ... What heck's going on here?

I'm telling you, something's very wrong with this picture. Someone should seriously do some digging ... I'm not talking about the routine police searches (which, by the way, have as-of-yet not turned up any clues as to poor little Haleigh's possible condition or location).

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Film Review: 'Secondhand Lions' – 9.0/10

Film Review: Adventure · Comedy · Coming-of-Age (2003)
'Secondhand Lions'
Written by Joé McKen on Tuesday, March 10, 2009


Walter's (Haley Joel Osment) summer isn't exactly what one might call 'boring' in Tim McCanlies' magnificent 2003 story Secondhand Lions.

We all have them: older folks who just love to tell us young'uns stories about bygone ages when things were so much better, kids had more respect, the world made sense, etc. We're all bored to tears by them yet refrain from mentioning so as to not hurt their feelings. However, some older folks' stories aren't all that boring; in fact, some can really be quite interesting. So interesting, that if those stories are the kind told by Hub and Garth McCann (Robert Duvall and Michael Caine, respectively), that one can't know for sure if they really happened or not.

Such is the scenario brought to us by Tim McCanlies, the writer and director of the wonderful coming-of-age story that is Secondhand Lions. In the 60s, young Walter Coleman (Haley Joel Osment) is dumped at his great-uncles' secluded Texas residence for the summer by his pathologically irresponsible mother, Mae (Kyra Sedgwick), while the latter presumably heads off to 'Court Reporting School' in Dallas (though a later letter of hers with the post-stamp labeled 'Las Vegas' seems to challenge that). However, there are abundant rumors in the area concerning a mysterious hidden fortune the old men seem to possess, and it quickly becomes obvious it's no accident this is where poor Walter is being deposited.

However, if Walter was at first hesitant or reticent about being dropped off at the doorstep of two elderly strangers, this feeling soon turns to outright fear and dread as his first impression of the men is seeing them fish bass with shotguns, followed by their favorite pass-time of opening fire at traveling salesmen who continually pester them (apparently the rumor of them being gun-toting madmen doesn't have the legs of the rumor of them being rich). They don't even have a telephone or a television he could use to distract himself with.

Garth, being a sort of middle-grounds man between the action-hungry Hub and level-headed normal person, soon explains to Walter what happened during their mysterious 40-year disappearance, starting in World War I. The stories he tells are the kind any child would both love and need to hear in their childhood: tales of heroic battles in intense wars and bravery facing impossible odds, of horseriding swordsmen with more courage and skill than 20 men, of beautiful exotic princesses, of evil shiekhs out for revenge, and most of all, everlasting love that crosses time and space, even when those you love may not be around anymore. They are seen, through flashbacks, in Technicolor-esque hues with stereotypical, almost comedic setups clearly intended to indicate these are Walter's interpretations of his uncles' stories, rather than whatever may, or may not, have actually happened.

However, it's not like the present is entirely devoid of action and 'fun', either. Although the two uncles may keep bemoaning their age and weakening bodies and minds, they soon start to appear as living contradictions as they fight off gangs of young rascals, buy a used lion from a circus to give Walter something to take care of (and a clever and amusing ruse that was, too), and tearing through the skies, performing acrobatics in a WWI-era biplane.

One thing that is truly needed to pull off a movie such as this one, which relies not on the technical side but the artistic, storytelling facade, is solid acting, and this movie delivers it by the bucketful. Robert Duvall and Michael Caine imbibe their characters with a sort of inner conviction and resonance one rarely ever sees in real-life, much less on the silver screen. Haley Joel Osment plays the clear-eyed and support-starved Walter with an acting strength quite rare in actors his age, proving himself to be more than capable of standing up to the challenge imposed by performing next to icons such as Duvall and Caine.

In the end, his summer will reach an end and several final discoveries and revelations will be made, which will fundamentally challenge everything he knew or thought he knew, yet fear not; I have no intention of ruining any of it here. It's only fitting that as Walter eventually reaches adulthood, he becomes a comic strip artist and bases his stories from his childhood years with those two wacky but lovable uncles and their unique views on life. They are the kind of relatives or friends everyone ought to have growing up, yet that so few actually do. If an adult-to-be is unable to have the company of said people, they can at least see this film from a third-person's perspective and learn what they'd need to know that way.

For bringing us the sorts of stories we desperately need at any stage in our lives in such a comical yet level-headed way, I prize Tim McCanlies' Secondhand Lions with 9.0 cornstalks out of 10, along with a mention as 'special recommendation'.

Cast
Hub McCann: Robert Duvall • Garth McCann: Michael Caine • Walter Coleman: Haley Joel Osment • Mae Coleman: Kyra Sedgwick
Crew & Credits
Director(s): Tim McCanlies • Writer(s): Tim McCanlies • Original Score: Patrick Doyle
General Information
Distributed by: New Line Cinema • Released: September 19, 2003 • Rated: PG

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Short 'essay': 'Contradiction(s) of being an animal-lover and a meat-eater'

Short 'essay' I wrote on IMDb regarding the 'Contradiction(s) of being both an animal-lover and a meat-eater', in full. A little more polite than usual as to not get my ass banned from IMDb. Original post here.

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There is no contradiction. Humans are omnivores. You don't just 'stop' being a carnivore/omnivore/whatever by choice, it's what we are. We can be a 'non-practicing' omnivore, sure, but humans, biologically and physiologically, cannot truly be 'vegetarians' like horses and cattle and whatever. We're meant to eat meat, hence our canines and appropriate gastrointestinal tract. We're supposed to have servings of both vegetation and meat, it's in our genes, so really the only objection people have against it comes from ethics. Personally, I've always found vegetarianism to be a bit hypocritical. It's a 'doctrine' (I call it that for lack of a better word; if someone has one do let me know) that commands not to eat meat, yet no vegetarians complains about all the other animals and creatures on the planet that live according to 'eat or be eaten'. Why just humans, then? Why should we be the ones to stop eating meat and not anyone/anything else? Because we've got taller IQ scores?

Personally, I'm a great animal-lover. I love just about all animals on Earth (except perhaps some of the frankly ugly ones, like the Proboscis Monkey or Hyenas, which aren't the most charming IMO), with a special soft spot for canines and horses. Seeing someone mistreat an animal though, no matter which – pet or livestock or whatever – makes me want to bash their damned skulls in with a brick. Seeing how some slaughterhouses treat cattle, like they were items devoid of capacity for pain or torment, is no better IMO. One of my passions is animal conservationism.

Yet I also do eat and love meat. Fish, chicken, steak (though not too crazy of that), burgers, whatever – I love that stuff, and certainly do not plan to stop eating it anytime soon. Does that make me, in any way, a hypocrite, a liar, or a 'false' animal-lover? Hell no. Anyone who says such is an ignorant fool, and nothing more.

Face it – humans are meant to eat meat. Refusing to do so is fine of course, but it's not like we're meant not to eat meat, vegetarianism is simply going against our very biological and physiological nature(s). Hence why vegetarians need replacements and substitutes like lots of soy, legumes, tofu, etc. – those things replace the minerals and fat and protein and whatever that they would normally get through meat. You try living without either meat nor legumes/tofu/etc. See how long you last. (Not a threat.)

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Monday, March 09, 2009

Christ, he really IS everywhere ...

Sweet Jesus!

And the worst part? That's only some of the coverage for the year 2008 ...

Yikes.

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Film Review: 'Lakeview Terrace' – 8.0/10

Film Review: Thriller • Drama (2008)
'Lakeview Terrace'
Written by Joé McKen on Monday, March 09, 2009


LAPD officer Abel Turner (Samuel L. Jackson) is a cop with a mysterious and dark side in Neil Labrute’s 2008 thriller Lakeview Terrace.

The kind of neighbors you’re stuck with when you move into a new suburban home can really make your life Heaven or Hell. Especially when that next-door neighbor has two formidable assets on his side: being a hardened cop, and a racist Black guy.

This is the problem faced by new homeowners Chris and Lisa Mattson (Patrick Wilson and Kerry Washington, respectively) when they move into their new luxurious suburban house on Lakeview Terrace. They are a recently-wed couple and are very much in love, but their relationship will soon be put to the test when their next-door neighbor, LAPD officer Abel Turner (Samuel L. Jackson), shows his colors (no pun intended) as a bitter racist against the new neighbors – Chris is White while Lisa is Black.

First starting with subtle tricks and deceptions, the threats and fighting quickly escalates between the two forces as officer Turner sends his message loud and clear: You’re Not Welcome. However, as any couple with half a spinal column would undoubtedly do, they decide to brave the man and his inexplicable anger and grudge towards them and stay in their beautiful new house. They also plan to start a family (though, as in reality, the girl always wants it much more than the guy does; and, also as in reality, she’s ready to do what it takes to get it despite his wishes), though they agreed to wait a little until they’re settled in, something officer Turner is set on preventing, no matter how far he has to go to do so.

Neil Labrute is a storycrafting genius, as is evident in Lakeview Terrace. He’s realized any other racism-themed movie with a bitter White prick tormenting a Black victim (or victims) would not only be mundane and boring, but also probably unpopular with the current cultural mood du jour. So, how to keep the same basic story yet make it original, and most importantly, acceptable to the common public? Labrute’s ingenious solution is a deceptively simple one: simply reverse the races of the characters. Make the racist Black and the victims White. While perhaps not revolutionary, it’s certainly an inspired bit of deception.

Of course, any racism-themed movie will understandably and predictably have some groups praising it and others throwing Molotov Cocktails at the screen, so Director Labrute had to tread very, very carefully in that particular area. More than one movie have been ruined by poor decisions and lack of foresight into the audience’s inevitable reaction(s) towards how the racism is presented and dealt with. Labrute somehow manages to pull off a film in which racism is very omnipresent and obvious, yet it’s dealt in a realistic and sensitive manner that will inflame many less than if it had been a little more heavy-handed. The movie has its share of leering, smirks and dodgy comments from officer Turner, but the racism is neither clearly supported nor rebuked: it’s seemingly neutral, with officer Turner not being cast as the devil, nor the Mattsons being made out to be poor helpless victims. In the end, whether his actions should be condoned for the reasons he (eventually) gives or condemned are left up to the viewer, which in my personal opinion is both a very brave choice, and really, the only ‘right’ choice. One doesn’t like it when a movie tries to pass along morals that don’t match with the ones you have.

Technically, the film is a wonderfully-made craft. There are few to no special effects (what? An American movie without explosions? Seriously? ;)), save for the previously-mentioned wildfires that are rapidly growing out-of-control and will soon reach Lakeview Terrace, perhaps forcing the two sides to bury the hatchet, if only temporarily. We’ll see. Music-wise, I’m unable to find out who the original score’s composer is, but it’s certainly a talented and instinctual musician; the music never really draws attention to itself, but stays low and ominous throughout, underlying the scenes and their thematic moods rather than highlighting them, which is a very good move for a thriller like this. Much of the camera angles are viewed through the characters’ viewpoints from afar, which successfully conveys even more tension to the audience as the characters wonder ‘what is he up to this time?’.

Some people will love it. Some people will hate it. Some will have mixed feelings, and some even may have no particular feelings. Whichever is the case, none can deny it’s a fabulously-made suspense thriller, and although some of it was a tad formulaic, it does hold some good twists and turns that few will see coming.

For bringing us a thriller that scares us, outrages us and makes us think, I award Lakeview Terrace 8.0 cigarette butts out of 10.

Cast
LAPD officer Abel Turner: Samuel L. Jackson • Chris Mattson: Patrick Wilson • Lisa Mattson: Kerry Washington
Crew & Credits
Director(s): Neil Labrute • Writer(s): David Loughery, Howard Korder
General Information
Distributed by: Screen Gems (US) • Released: September 19, 2008 • Budget: US$20 million • Rated: PG-13

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