Still Rough Around The Proverbial Edges

“I volunteered because of a lie.” ~ Jason Bourne

“You’re never going to find any peace, not until you admit to yourself who you really are.” ~ Robert Dewey

“We’ve just been hacked. Could be worse than Snowden.” ~ Craig Jeffers

“He’s seen things. He knows things. What if he’s not coming for us? What if it’s something else?” ~ Heather Lee

“I know who I am. I remember. I remember everything.” ~ Jason Bourne 

“Remembering everything doesn’t mean you know everything.” ~ Nicky Parsons

Nearly a decade after Matt Damon last played the enigmatic amnesiac former government assassin, he returns to the signature role and title character in the new film Jason Bourne. The fifth in the series, and fourth to feature Damon after the Bourne-free The Bourne Legacy of 2012, this brings back director Paul Greengrass, who took on the helm of The Bourne Supremacy and The Bourne Ultimatum to tell another tale of the life of the rugged former spy, a tale that is timely indeed. The result is a ferocious, well paced action film that is a worthy addition to the franchise, all while continuing to give us a sympathetic (though deadly) protagonist.

Years after the exposure of Operation Blackbriar, the amnesiac Jason Bourne (Damon) is living a secluded life, not as amnesiac as he was when we first met him in The Bourne Identity. He’s older but still dangerous, making a living fighting in illegal fight rings. Nicky Parsons (Julia Stiles), a former CIA analyst with history with Bourne from the first three films, has become part of a cyber hacktivist group, seeking to expose the Agency’s black ops programs. Documents she uncovers in the Agency’s mainframe are related to Bourne, and she seeks him out, setting off the events of the film. Before things are done, a lethal operative (Vincent Cassel), the Agency’s director (Tommy Lee Jones), and an Agency official (Alicia Vikander) are all pulled into unfolding events.

It might well have been enough back in 2007 to have left Jason Bourne to rest, given the way The Bourne Ultimatum wrapped up. Damon and Greengrass weren’t involved in The Bourne Legacy, which had a new character played by Jeremy Renner and events closely tied into Ultimatum. The two did decide to return for another go at Bourne, with the current state of the world, particularly hacktivism and intelligence agency secrecy being recurrent concerns at present. Those concerns reflect themselves very much in the story, written by Greengrass and Christopher Rouse, as do concepts like anti government protests, family secrets, and corporate intrigue. The character’s quite different than novelist Robert Ludlum would have envisioned him- the first books were firmly settled in Cold War politics and period terrorism. And yet Bourne’s adapted well for the current era.

As dangerous as the character physically is, from the first film the audience has been able to sympathize with him because of the situation he found himself in- having no idea who he is at first must be traumatic, and then to lose a loved one and be hounded by shadowy forces who just won’t leave him alone.... that tends to leave one on the character’s side. That continues here, as the story has Jason learning more about himself, secrets and lies that shake his world view, and the story plays to that.

In grounding itself so strongly in real world sensibilities, the story also gives the film a good sense of authenticity. Suspicion of government agencies, cyber-leaks of troubling secrets, and corporate dealings are prevalent themes in our lives, as is ongoing worries about terrorism, and these are woven right into the script. It makes things quite timely indeed as the story unfolds- it doesn’t seem that implausible in a real world setting.

The first film, directed by Doug Liman, established the series’ signature techniques of fierce action, well paced and dangerous car chases, and physical fights- all of which were meant to serve the story, as opposed to the other way around. Paul Greengrass picked up these techniques for Supremacy and Ultimatum, deftly handling complicated action, sweeping geography in cities and countrysides, and evoking building tension throughout the films. Fundamentally a Bourne film, filled with action sequences as they were, still were filmed in ways that let the audience keep track of what was going on, instead of feeling lost in an action sequence (the disciples of quick cut edits, I’m looking at you). That still applies here in Jason Bourne, with action that still lets you be aware of where the players are, instead of leaving you dizzy. While there is some of the rapid editing one might expect out of action, it’s not overdone at all, and doesn’t leave you bewildered.

Greengrass has his style as a director, established in the earlier films, and reflected in other works like United 93 and Captain Phillips. It’s a style that works, fortunately. He brings a solid sense of knowing how to get the best out of actors, as well as slowly but relentlessly building up tension and dread. This film takes the franchise into new directions, but meshes well with what’s come before it- particularly in the first three films, and that reflects well on the director and his crew. The institutional paranoia that tends to be central to the franchise infests the film, driving up tension as things go along.

And the cast has much to do with how the film works. It’s been standard through the series to bring in a lethal counterpart to Bourne. In this case, Vincent Cassel plays a man referred to as the Asset. He’s a ferocious operative with a personal grudge where Bourne is concerned, and little in the way of mercy. Cassel brings an international flavour to the role, and his character is a legacy of what has come before. Where the old black ops programs were exposed, new ones were put in place, and the Asset is a result of that, a darker version of Bourne who lacks a moral world view.

Another aspect of the series has been that of the corrupt, devious, or power hungry senior official. Chris Cooper, Brian Cox, and David Straithairn filled that role before, and here we get the welcome presence of the great Tommy Lee Jones as CIA director Robert Dewey. He’s a man of hidden agendas and motives, who hasn’t learned from the past and instead reinvests in a program very similar to what’s come before. It’s a treat to watch Jones in pretty much any role; his innate sly grouchy disposition, way with words, and world weary look are some of the things that make him so compelling to watch. And it’s enjoyable to see him share the screen with Damon’s Bourne- the two characters are another kind of reflection of each other, one older, the other younger, and one having had given himself to an ends justifies the means scenario, while the other seeks an end to the nightmares of his past.

Julia Stiles returns, however briefly, as Nicky Parsons, who at first was the resourceful analyst, deep in with the Agency, before breaking away from them and placing herself squarely on the side of Bourne in Ultimatum. There’s some complicated and unspoken history between the two characters, which the actors play to, and her decision to join an organization that has more of an anarchistic streak to it is understandable given her own history.

Alicia Vikander gets a lot to do as Heather Lee, the cyber ops head for the CIA. She seems to be playing both sides off against each other- or is she playing her own game? That’s a question that comes up through the film, as the character shows that her true loyalty might well be to herself and her own ambitions. And ambitious she is. There’s also pragmatism to her personality, and the actress invests these elements into her performance, making the character formidable, if entirely enigmatic.

It’s good to see Damon back as Bourne. He brings the intensity, resourcefulness, and sympathy to the character that we’ve seen from him before. Jason has isolated himself from the world, has a dark past with much to make amends for, but his instincts from the beginning of this series have generally leaned in the right direction, showing mercy instead of taking revenge. It separates him from the villains, who even if they’re in positions of authority don’t really care about the collateral damage they cause. The character struggles with questions about who he is, and when backed into a corner, he moves forward with initiative and resolve. Bourne remains a compelling lead, and Damon plays him with a mixture that is both sympathetic and dangerous.

Will the Bourne franchise carry on after this? If Damon and Greengrass come back, that would be welcome. The newest movie respects and builds on what has come before, presents a dark scenario that feels authentic because it grounds itself firmly in the real world. Its action sequences serve the story well, and the director methodically builds tension and suspense as he goes along. The cast, returning and new, fit their roles well, and the movie moves along briskly, proving to be entertaining all the way. Perhaps next time we can find Bourne at odds with Jeremy Renner’s Aaron Cross.

When In Doubt, Send The Lunatics

“Are you the devil?” ~ Harley Quinn 

“All you need to know is you work for me.” ~ Amanda Waller

“Oh, I’m not gonna kill ya, I’m just gonna hurt ya. Really, really bad.” ~ The Joker

“I’m a soldier, and you’re a serial killer who takes credit cards.” ~ Rick Flag

“Let’s go save the world.” ~ Deadshot

“I’m known to be quite vexing. I’m just forewarning you.” ~ Harley Quinn

In the latest of DC and Warner Studio’s efforts to play catch up with the Marvel cinematic universe, Suicide Squad has made it to theatres. The title, which dates back decades in the comics universe, mostly has to do with the idea of paroling perennial costumed criminals by making them carry out highly dangerous missions on behalf of the government. Think The Dirty Dozen mixed with a bit of Mission Impossible and apply that to comic book rules, and that’s the book. It’s been an idea with legs, and now in the midst of DC’s attempts to establish a cinematic universe (while casting aside their various television properties in favour of recasts), the team has ended up in theatres, with things about the end result that are likable... and things that are a mess.

This picks up in the wake of Superman’s death at the end of Batman V Superman: Dawn Of Justice (spoiler note: he’s not actually dead). Amanda Waller (Viola Davis), a tough as nails intelligence operator, has a new concept in mind, placing a soldier, Colonel Rick Flag (Joel Kinnaman) in charge of a group of imprisoned dangerous criminals as a black ops task force. Each of the criminals are considered disposable- to the point where they have small bombs implanted in them to take them out should they get any bright ideas.

The team is a mixture of sane and insane, of ruthless and unstable. Deadshot (Will Smith) is an assassin with some conflicted feelings on how he makes a living. El Diablo (Jay Hernandez) is a former gangster with pyrokinetic abilities; he feels he must do penance over his past. Killer Croc (Adewale Akkinuoye-Agbaje) is a cannibalistic monster with a reptilian look. Slipknot (Adam Beach) is a specialist mercenary with a mix of skills. Enchantress (Cara Delevingne) is a mentally unstable archaeologist with possession issues. Captain Boomerang (Jai Courtney) is a mouthy thief with an attitude and a talent with weapons. And Harley Quinn (Margot Robbie, stealing pretty much the whole movie) is the lunatic girlfriend of the Joker (Jared Leto), demented in her own way. Along with the criminals is one volunteer, Katana (Karen Fukuhara), a sword wielding martial artist acting as Flag’s right hand woman. She luckily does not have to put up with the notion of having explosives implanted in her.

David Ayer wrote and directed the film. He’s had either role (or both) in films as diverse as Training Day, End Of Watch, and Fury. The script does have that Dirty Dozen feel to it. These characters are by and large not that likeable. Being career criminals will have that effect for you. But that applies to some of those acting legally and legitimately. Amanda Waller is thoroughly ruthless and doesn’t care what she has to do to get her goals done, which isn’t an admirable quality in a human being. Even Flag, a career soldier, can be less than ethical. The criminals themselves are mixed in what drives them. Some are inherently selfish, others are cynical, and into that is the notion of penance and making up for past sins.

The story is, however, muddled at times, but that feels like less the problem of the writer and director and more like the interference of studio executives trying to pack too much in at once. Some of the characters have more depth and characterization to their performances than others, who are getting the short end of things. The tone of the movie changes as things go along, and that contributes to the muddled feel of the story- it has a subversive streak at first that ends up becoming predictable. The film’s undoubtedly nihilistic- having this many villains bantering with each other will do that- and ultimately the motivations of the primary antagonist reflect the murkiness of the story. In a film that was marketed for its dark humour, some of the actual humour of the story feels more unintentional.

Ayer filmed on location- a lot of it was done in Toronto, so some of the streetscapes were familiar, while other location work was done around Chicago. He can handle action, which is certainly in play throughout the film, but at the same time the action sequences and general pacing of the film doesn’t come near to matching the Marvel cinematic films- another nod to the fact that DC is desperately trying to play catch up instead of developing things in a coherent, natural way. Again, it feels more like studio interference than the fault of the director- crowding the film with characters (two or three could have been removed entirely) seems to be a studio edict, and it ends up hindering the film here and there.

The visual look in a lot of the film tends to be murky, which is appropriate, given the circumstances. Some characters have the look down just right- Harley’s whole look suits her demented mind, and Deadshot’s look has an efficient, worn sensibility that actually fits in with the character. Croc has to be part CGI, a mass of muscle and reptilian skin often hidden beneath oversized clothes, but fitting with various interpretations from the comics. El Diablo’s look is appropriately nightmarish, even if it doesn’t quite fit the man himself.

The cast are hit and miss- and that reflects the simple fact that some of them get more attention than others in terms of the story, while others are highly overshadowed. Jared Leto isn’t part of the team, though he does factor into the story, as the Joker. He turns up here and there in the film, and the actor plays him as thoroughly demented, pathologically psychotic, and totally unredeemable. It’s not as good a take on the character as Heath Ledger or Mark Hamill’s extensive voice work (the latter being what I deem to be the definitive take on the Joker, ever), but Leto makes the most of his relatively brief time through the film.

Cara Delevingne gets underwritten as the Enchantress, to the point where the film does the actress and the character an injustice. The comic book version has straddled the line between villain and anti-hero, with her own mental issues. Here the character is taken in a direction that just doesn’t feel right, and smacks of all the interference of studio marketing chimps. Adam Beach, who’s an interesting actor in his own right, also suffers having his character bypassed and overlooked as the film goes along. Slipknot comes across as efficient and professional (even if he is a crook), but the story isn’t giving him as a character or Beach as an actor time to shine. Jai Courtney, who played the son of John McClane in the last Die Hard film (and made one think the kid was switched at birth), plays the character of Captain Boomerang in the way that fits who the character is in the comics- pretty much an unpleasant dirtbag.

Adewale Akkinuoye-Agbaje has had a long history of character roles in film and television, and has been in the comic book adaptation world before, having had played Kurse in Thor The Dark World, as well as the  memorable henchman in The Mummy Returns, a pivotal cameo in The Bourne Identity, and the enigmatic Mr. Eko in the television series Lost. Here he gets to play Killer Croc, hidden beneath prosthetic makeup and CGI. The character’s a monster (in the comics he’s a perennial Bat-villain), and yet despite all that, there’s something about him that can still be sympathetic. The same  quality of sympathy applies to Jay Hernandez’ take on El Diablo. The character’s power over fire is mixed in with shame over the horrors of his past and the crimes he has committed, and he’d much rather stay out of the fight than go into it. Yet at the same time he views the opportunity as a chance to make amends.

Karen Fukuhara gets a role that is a bit underwritten as Katana. The character in the comics is somewhat complicated, with a whole lot of history among heroes of the DC universe. She’s a samurai and sword fighter with tragedy in her past. That does come across in the cinematic version, who’s on the team but not one of them- unlike the others, she’s not a criminal, so it makes her a bit of an outsider. She’s a ferocious fighter, but has morals and ethics- as well as coming across as a strong right hand to the team leader.

Viola Davis gets the character of Amanda Waller right. Amanda’s a long time comic character, a ruthless and tough intelligence operator who dislikes the superhuman community (and is disliked and distrusted by them in turn). In her mind, doing whatever it takes to achieve her goals is acceptable, human rights be damned. And that’s how Davis plays her, as a force to be reckoned with and the sort of person you don’t want to cross.

This is the first time I’ve seen Joel Kinnaman in anything. His character, Rick Flag, is a special forces veteran brought in to manage the unruly team of criminals and lunatics. He carries the role with authority, and while he takes his orders from the ruthless Waller, he doesn’t always agree. I like that he’s occasionally conflicted with his mission, and some of the different ways he interacts with other characters, particularly Deadshot, who’s something of a darker reflection of him- the two characters find their ethical points of view going back and forth.

Will Smith is written well as Deadshot, a character who has a lot of history in the DC universe, sometimes as an outright villain, sometimes as an anti-hero mercenary. In the film, the character is more sympathetic than some of his counterparts, conflicted in terms of what he’s done for a living. He also comes across as cynical and world weary at times, but also professional and highly efficient in his ways. The different ways the character spars with Flag and Harley in particular work well, and seem to fit in with Deadshot’s general personality.

Margot Robbie pretty much steals the entire film as Harley Quinn, the deranged occasional paramour of the Joker. The character’s origins date back to the animated Batman series of the 1990s as a sidekick of the clown prince of crime, before she was moved into the comics. She’s done a whole lot since then, even carrying her own solo series at the present. In the film, she’s thoroughly unhinged, with little care for social boundaries or manners, and the actress plays her with a gleeful streak of destructive energy and chaotic dialogue.

Suicide Squad has its ups and downs. It’s bleak and murky at times, both storywise and visually, which one can expect out of a team that’s not largely sympathetic. Aside from a couple of well placed cameos meant to further things along for the Justice League film, most of its characters aren’t really that well known to the general audience. Some of those characters get more exposure than others, who are seriously underwritten. It is predictable, and it reflects the fact that DC’s cinematic properties are still trying to play catch up to Marvel’s cinematic universe- the Marvel studio films have yet to have a misstep, unlike some of the company’s characters licensed to other studios. That said, the film works well enough on its own, with a demented kind of tone that fits many of its characters. Perhaps at its heart the movie reflects the old saying, send a thief to catch a thief. Or send lunatics to stop another lunatic, in this case.

Digging My Way Out Of Prison

I'm ranting today, and there's some swearing involved, but hey, it's warranted.

So here I am again, locked out. Or locked in, depending on your point of view.

I’m in Facebook prison. Again. The latest occasion if you keep track of them as they go by.

This of course has happened before. I log in and get a brief message with the one comment that I got flagged for, and the message tells me I’m suspended for thirty days because I’ve violated their “community standards.” There is no appeal. There is no response from Facebook when I complain. And in each case, I have always strongly felt that I never came close to actually violating their precious “community standards.” The remarks I got flagged for each time were snarky, but never crossed the line.

I put those in quotation marks, because frankly, they’re a joke. Facebook claims it wants a respectful community, and yet it tosses people out for not really violating their joke of a standards list, while letting others get away with things that do cross the line. They not only cross the line, they stomp all over it, kick it in the arse, and set it on fire.

This time it happened in late July. Here in Canada, there was a news article about one Michael Ford, the nephew of the late and utterly unlamented crack smoking drunken bastard of a former mayor, Rob Ford. Michael (Mikey, as I’ll hereafter refer to the twit) was elected by the demented constituents of Ward 2 in Toronto to serve as their councillor. I call the constituents there demented for good reason- these are the people who have elected the Fords in one form or another for over ten years.

First it was Rob himself, serving as city councillor for years on end, regularly putting his foot in his mouth, sneering and showing himself totally unfit for public office. Then when the big thug won the mayorship (which still baffles me to this day), his brother Doug was city councillor for that ward. Doug was just as dumb as Rob- which of them was the stupider pretty much depended on which of them was speaking at any given moment. Both of them were sneering, uncouth, vile bullies, socially inept, filled with loathing and bigotry, and totally lacking in self awareness. For years on end the Ford boys made a spectacle out of Toronto, from Doug’s excuses to Rob’s addictions to their mutual verbal vomit.

These two, like the rest of the family, would be absolutely nothing if their late father hadn’t made himself a whole lot of money. They’d have ended up being nothing more than the drunks at the corner bar, griping every night about how everyone else was getting ahead in life but them. They showed no sense of real talent, skill, or intelligence, and spent time alienating pretty much every other member of council, to the point where Rob’s mayoral powers were largely shifted to the deputy mayor.

Flash forward to the re-election campaign. Rob was diagnosed with cancer- while usually I might feel sympathetic in such cases, the way he and his family blatantly used cancer to score political points was for me the absolute last straw. It was a slap in the face to anyone who's lost family to cancer. Anyway, he got sidelined, Doug took on the mayoral campaign himself, and blissfully lost, while Rob still ran for his old council seat. Which of course he won. Mikey, their useless prat of a nephew, changed his surname before the campaign to make himself a Ford, and ran initially as a school trustee. And with Rob’s death this past spring (he’s presently in Hell, complaining about how there’s no crack, vodka, or hookers), Mikey decided to drop out as a school trustee (I wonder how someone who probably didn’t even finish high school and shows next to nothing in the way of being literate is actually qualified to even run for a school trustee) and ran in a byelection to fill his uncle’s council seat. And of course he won.

So that was that. The day or two after that, I left some snarky comments about the Fords and their demented cult of followers at a couple of spots on Facebook. Ford Nation, as they like to call themselves, is nowhere near what it once was. And yet the stupidity of the die hards remains firmly in place. This is the same pack who spent years blindly following two brothers who showed themselves time and time again unfit for office, whose family thought of themselves as a dynasty instead of the inbred pack of drunks and druggies that they are, who brought repeated embarrassment to not just a city, but an entire country. They supported with absolute conviction a man who was a misogynistic bigot, a wife beating bully, a thug who misused and abused the office of mayor. And they never learned one damned thing along the way.

Ford Nation is, well... stupid.

There are some people in this world who aren’t that bright. But they know they’re not that bright, and so they get by through life being generally quite pleasant and affable.

And then there are the blithering idiots.

Ford Nation is full of blithering idiots, totally incapable of seeing reality for what it is, having no idea what fitness for office means, and spending their days wasting perfectly good oxygen, all while utterly convinced they’re right. Despite the evidence and the proven record that shows they’re wrong. I wonder what the colour of the sky is in their world. Probably soaked in booze and illicit substances.

I can think of another such blithering idiot. I’ve occasionally referred to my idiot ex-brother-in-law in comments. Cro-Magnon Mike, as I think of him. No doubt Mike thinks the Fords are wonderful. Mike is the sort of guy who surely never got out of high school with a diploma. He’s a perennial moron, but he has no idea of that simple fact. He’s a bigot, a loud mouth, an argumentative jerk, and a blowhard who turns everything into an argument.

I spent years on end biting my tongue, keeping my mouth shut while Mike would blather on about whatever, all in the intent to keep peace in the family, as opposed to telling that particular sister’s bad choice in spouses just what I thought of him. I made the same mistake for the same reason with my other sister’s seemingly endless string of degenerate boyfriends, each one this month’s latest love of her life, each one a variation on the same theme of jerks, drunks, and loud mouths. I kept my mouth shut, and ultimately it was a mistake- one that cost me dearly in the long run. I’ve learned quite a lot from that mistake.

Mike and the string of degenerates were all variations on that very same theme. They were the same thing that the die hards of Ford Nation are: assholes.

Which brings us to the asshole in question who I was arguing with. One Robert Cadden of Brampton, Ontario (Brampton being a cesspool of stupidity in my province- Cro Magnon Mike lives there). He’s a big Rob Ford fan, and took objection to my pointing out some simple facts. Such as the fact that Mikey Ford isn’t qualified to be a city councillor or a school trustee, not even to hold a door open. Such as the fact that he’s nothing more than a puppet for his thug of an uncle Doug and demented grandmother Diane, both of whom still think the Fords are destined for political greatness. So I got snarky. And I got turfed for something that didn’t even come anywhere near the “community standards” Facebook boasts about.

What else is one to say about a person who’s blind to years of proven stupidity by a high profile clan of crackbillies who have shown time and time again that they’re incompetent and an embarrassment? What can one say, if that person continues to believe they’re the greatest thing since sliced bread?

Well, I’ll sum him up in four words, albeit four words I didn’t use at all in the comment that did get me sidelined.

Robert Cadden: fucking idiot.

Yes, that’s right, that’s exactly what he is.

Not that he’d ever see this. I doubt Cadden reads anything more complicated than the sports page of the Sun “newspapers.”

The writer in me wouldn’t mind making use of the name for a waste of space character, perhaps with the name Ronald Cadden, all while maintaining the fucking idiot aspect of the real Cadden as I go along. Never annoy a writer. They’ll write you into a novel someday and kill you off.

And so there we have it. I’m turfed until at least the end of August, though the last time I got suspended, I was still out long after it was supposed to end. Meanwhile Facebook lets white supremacists, general bigots, and other hate mongering pricks get away with, well, whatever they want.

Case in point: one Real Christopher D’Cruze, a loudmouth racist bastard who fancies himself an “immigration consultant” in the United Kingdom. That’s listed in his LinkedIn profile. A business with his initials in the title, which to me implies he’s the sole employee and he runs it out of his garage.

D’Cruze is a known dirtbag with a history of racist remarks, particularly around the Facebook page for the Toronto Star. I have repeatedly reported bigoted remarks that he has made down for a long time. Each and every time, the same automatic reply has come back that Facebook doesn’t feel that remark violates their community standards. Among the worst of his remarks was about the death of a toddler, who fell out of an apartment window, when his sneering remark was “who cares? He’d have just ended up a ghetto rat like his kind does.” More recently, in regards to an ongoing situation in South Sudan, his remark was “it’s their culture. You can’t expect any better from their type of human.”

And this hate mongering rat shit of a man is an immigration consultant?

I use the word man very loosely- D’Cruze is a despicable excuse for a human being.

Surely there’s a professional body for immigration consultants in the United Kingdom who’d like to know that one of their own is an outright bigot who spends his time spewing his loathing about other races.

Anyway, Facebook claims that the racist bullshit that comes from a guy like this (and so many others) doesn’t violate their “community standards”, while tossing out people who have never once violated their community standards.

With no appeal, no opportunity to defend themselves, and no response.

I’ve said it before- Facebook is nothing more than bloody hypocritical.

Crap like this is going to destroy the site in the long run.

And so there we have it. I’m stuck in Facebook jail for the time being. I might be back at the end of August. Or the end of September if the bloody site decides I should do twice the suspension time again.

In the meantime, I’ve met this old priest in Facebook jail. He’s told me he’s digging his way out, and mentioned something about treasure and a place called Monte Cristo. We’ll have to see where that goes.