Red Road
In Living Borkoscope with lots of lines
running through it. *shakes fist*

Frozen into a state of isolation by grief, the main character of this film comes face to face with the one person she finds it hardest to forgive. Including Oasis, The Monkees, and a Joy Division cover, it has an eccentric soundtrack. I liked it a lot.

The surveillance cameras are chilling; the trend of gathering information is uneasy-making - or at least it should be. John told me recently that his place of employment, which is a little brew pub* in Olympia (across the street from where Frank was until last week), was sold to a still-not-very-big company that owns a couple of wineries in Eastern Washington. They immediately told workers a palm scanner would be installed (a palm scanner! in a freaking brew pub! in puny Olympia!), and John and a few other said they were not comfortable with that. It's going to be installed; "old" employees may be grandfathered in if they refuse to use it (they have asked for options in hopes of meeting the company halfway) and that will be the "phasing in period" that won't be complete until the refuseniks are out the door :/

* The brewery makes decent beer but I have only been in the pub once or twice as Something Happened to make me turn up my nose at it (have drunk lots of the brewery's products from kegs, though).

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