'This romantic idea you have of some, I don't know, playboy magician warlord is all wrong. He's a drug dealer, a rapist, a killer and a spoilt little shit with his own private army and a bunch of tribal hocus-pocus pulled out of his arse.'
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20 March 2010
Username: JodieStar1991 10/10
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14 February 2010
Username: Rebecca Wilson 7/10
An unflinching perspective on a troubled ( amp;
troubling) icon
The third in Jan Stephen's Conflict Quartet (Israel / Liberia / Afghanistan / Burma) is perhaps the most harrowing for its no-holds-barred close-up of a man reviled, adored and mostly misunderstood.
Baiyat's role in determining public reaction to what the media called the Shift cannot be over-emphasised. Where some saw a romantic figure, a film school drop-out turned freedom fighter, others saw a symbol of the unknowable. For a time, before the animalled hit the tipping-point, Baiyat became the embodiment of the question of human morality.
But was the Penguin his Jiminy Cricket or the devil on his shoulder?
It's an issue the film skirts, or rather Baiyat skirts in the film, turning cagey whenever the topic turns to the bird, leaving
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28 December 2009
Username: Patriot777 0/10
Give me a break
Get it together, people, apos aren't human. It's right there in the name. Zoos. Animalled. Aposymbiots. Whatever PC term is flavour of the week. As in not human. As in short for 'apocalypse'. This is part of the stealth war on good citizens disguised as apo rights.
It's in Deuteronomy: Do not bring a detestable thing into your house or you, like it, will be set apart for destruction. Utterly abhor and detest it, for it is set apart for destruction. Also Exodus: Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.
Do I need to spell it out for you? Familiars. Hell's Undertow. Destruction of the detestable. God is merciful, but only to actual, genuine, REAL LIFE human beings. Apos are criminals They're scum. They're not even animals. They're just things and will get what is… [MORE]
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23 December 2009
Username: TuxBoy 10/10
Cannibal penguin FTW! That is all.
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Recommendations If you enjoyed this, Get Real thinks you might also like:
• The Shift (2001)
• Zoologika: Perspectives from Chinese prisons to Chicago's ganglands (2007)
• Great White Totem (2003)
• Traffic (2006)
• Warlord of Kayan (1989)
• Steering by the Golden Compass: Pullman's fantasy in the context of the ontological shift (2005)
• Claws Out: The Rise of the Animalled Rights Movement (2008)
9.
'Can I just say, wow! I am
Maltese is driving up Empire at a fair clip, about 50 kays over the speed limit in an old Mercedes in '70s gold, with the Dog on his lap, head out the window, tongue flapping. They insisted on picking me up, even though it would have taken half the time if I'd caught a taxi.
'Mm. We thought we were going to have to hunt you down,' Marabou says from the back seat. Her bird flexes its wings and refolds them, feathers scraping the roof. The car isn't really built for carrion-eating storks needing to stretch to their full wingspan. There is a horrible smell in the car, a sweet and rotten undertone to the scent of leather and the Maltese's citrusy cologne. He notices me wince and mouths the words 'Bird breath' with a wrinkle of his nose.
Sloth makes a grumbly sound in the back of his throat, his claws padding my arms like a cat. This is why I can't play poker. Nothing like having a giant furry tell to ruin your bluff. I try to keep my grip on the door handle casual as the car races up Empire and barrels through another orange light. Sloth buries his face into my neck. I focus on the newspaper headline posters to fight back carsickness. CORRUPTION CASE POSTPONED. HOMELESS MAN BURNED TO DEATH. AIRPORT DRUG BUST.
'I still don't like little dogs,' I say.
'That's okay,' says Maltese says, remarkably chipper. 'You won't be working for us anyway.'
'I might not be working for anyone at all. This is just a look-see.'
'You're such a tough guy. I
We pull up to a boom marking the entrance to a gated community. The uniformed guard has a Rat in his pocket, its pink snuffling nose poking out just above the Sentinel Armed Response logo. Zoos do okay in the security sector, especially with Sentinel, which is the largest and therefore, as a matter of practicality, the most open-minded armed-response company in the city.
The Dog bristles, and as the guard leans down to look in the car window, it springs up, in a frenzy of yapping and snarling. The Rat blinks at the Dog, whiskers twitching, but it doesn't budge.
'Down, biscuit! I'm sorry, Pierre. You know how excited he gets.'
'It's Joao, Mr Mazibuko. But it's no problem.'
'Gosh, I'm
'Mark.' The Marabou's voice is sharp and low.
'No, of course not, how silly of me. Never mind, Felipe.
Joao. Whatever your name is. Can you let Mr Huron know we're here? If you don't mind doing your job, sweetie?'
'Yes, sir.' Unfazed, the guard takes a smart step back from the car, speaks into his radio and then raises the boom to allow the Mercedes through. There's something about the way he does it, a staccato snap to his movement that says ex-military. That's the thing about Africa. There are a lot of wars. A lot of unemployed ex- soldiers.
The car pulls away, a little more vigorously than required, under the boom, over a speed bump and into the
