Special Rapporteur of the UN Urges Legalizing Marijuana
Legalizing marijuana use is the right strategy to be followed by governments to control violence, human rights violations and corruption arising drug trafficking, said today a UN expert.
'will not be easy to convince the public of the benefits of legalization of marijuana in the world, but is an issue that should be encouraged. The cost of not doing so is very high in terms of human lives, "said Anand Grover, UN special rapporteur for the right to health.
In an interview with Notimex, the expert said the possibility that the upcoming November 2, citizens of California choose to decriminalize marijuana use is "a step in the right way."
'The only people who benefit from the ban, are the criminals ", said the special rapporteur.
Grover, attorney for the Supreme Court of India, must periodically submit a report on its activities to the UN General Assembly as an independent expert to make recommendations to Member States to delineate policy.
Rapporteur's opinion is one of the different views within the UN system on the best existing way to control drugs and their negative impact on the world.
The UN Office on Drugs and Crime (UNODC), said that the drug should be pursued and strengthened law enforcement against this crime.
Grover, however, is among the UN agencies that advocate an approach that is high on the drug control strategies to respect human rights and access to health services.
The expert noted that Portugal has successfully decriminalized marijuana use, which did not entail an increase in crime rates nor in the consumption of this substance.
'Criminalization leaves no benefit to society. And it costs a lot in terms of human lives, human rights and corruption in the government, "said Grover.
The lawyer also mentioned that the prohibition of marijuana is based on criteria very questionable, that have no basis in any clear evidence of its damages.
When you start a western, all envision it will be like the great epics epics of John Ford, Raoul Walsh or Howard Hawks, opening with a great view of Monument Valley or the American Desert Classic being crossed by a little diligence lost in the immensity of the monumental landscape before us. Probably, then sounds the theme of the film sung by country star of the moment and we will have to do to get such care to a small western town, with its bar, your living room (saloon for the purists) and brothel, also if a church is a people out of a Fordist ribbon. There may be variables, like, before reaching the village, the coach is attacked, either by Indians or outlaws the illegal. In the latter case, the paradigm would certainly The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance , timeless classic and masterful Ford plea for freedom, or The 3:10 to Yuma , these so-called psychological western in which we witness a tense thriller movie disguised those of western lifetime, but in which the action takes place in a short period of time, that the director dilate at will, and which avoids the wide open spaces and vistas that leverage the full potential of cinemascope providing this genus usually shelter in small houses and rooms suffocating strangle the characters framed in frenzied close-ups, going into extreme situations usually end in a cathartic end in line with all the tension. What difference, therefore, to the bright tape Delmer Daves's classic Fordist, even with a start that could be categorized as prototypical, or Rio Bravo hawksiana , with similar ingredients? Perhaps this disillusionment and cynicism that transmits the script, these characters that move money and dignity rather than kindness, and empathy relationship established between the protagonist and the criminal, and the incredible staging of the director, who provided here an exercise in style close to German Expressionism, which had already implemented brilliant authors like William Wellman in Ox-Bow Incident , probably the first hint of western psychological or mediocre Zinnemann highly valued in their incomprehensibly Noon, perhaps the best known example of this subgenre, in a thus anticipated that western twilight cause such a furor in the 60's onwards, and how far would be in classic western ideals of Ford opened diligence.
Daves dared to go one step further and removed the rough texture of the classic westerns, those bright colors and vivid images such where showy landscapes prevailed to convert the movie into an intense and virulent elegiac drama background and so dry and sparsely poetic as the grim scene in a funeral procession is the driver killed in view of the two protagonists. And is that not talking about a history of winners, is an inner journey of a loser, a coward, searching for himself to prove his courage to his family after being humiliated in front of their children by the bully more pint of member cowboy mafia that so portentous played by Glenn Ford, and to compensate his wife for so many hardships and straits. And here, the character played by a magnificent Van Heflin does not seek glory if not money, what makes him placed in a position not too far from the criminal Ben Wade. The contrast with the classical hero is remarkable, and this figure of the knight errant who stopped only the evil is removed from a stroke in the stunning sequence of detention at the beginning of the dangerous thief. Heflin did not hesitate to distract him from a dishonorable way to the sheriff at gunpoint to the back, all while asking for money for having wasted your time. It is perhaps one of the clearest advances of Tom Doniphon to assassinate by Liberty Valance back years later and it would mean the true end of western ever, the papier-mâché. Given this, the film takes us to an interesting point where Ford's character will air, if not more romantic and honorable, if it embarrasses the viewer because of the strange duality between good and evil that takes him, being a character with a somewhat questionable morality, able to kill someone but ask for that body a proper burial in his hometown. Is someone with their own rules, their own code. The brilliant play of characters between hunter and prey, the feeling of dependence, almost friendship, empathy, which is created between the two, is the engine of the entire tape, the repeated offers of arrogant Wade and Dan Evans of honest doubt, tempted by the devil in the form of cynical and charismatic murderer. Because of this relationship, the film gives us the opportunity to see a magnificent duel interpretive somewhat minimized will end with a conclusion somewhat distant and inconsistent with the pattern shown so far, making the film has its unique failure this final bright cloud the work of the writer.
But coldly analyze the major project of the story that the writer makes, since it is most important. It is true that the film has an aesthetic without it is unimaginable that photography is simply impeccable, being a basic element to tell the story, which music intimate and almost experimental arguably the time like a glove fit on the images, and the assembly is one of the basic elements that help create that feeling of being overwhelmed and suspense throughout the film, but the script what stands out, as the tape is more than just an aesthetic revolution, is the position of speech over any narrative method here broke barriers, and final results in a symbiosis between rhetoric and simply wrap amazing. Mixture of western and a thriller that at times is pure black film, we find an intense study of character rarely seen in this genre. Within of this genre film shows, there are also a powerful drama in the apparent destruction of the family consumed by debt and hunger, and jealousy, seeing Dan's wife in the character of Wade a kind of escape from their routine and mediocre life, an escape and a return to youth in a city where she was daughter of a sea captain. Through this, Wade discovers the advantages of a sedentary lifestyle, the maturation of his character comes just when the young leave Emmy in the tavern in town and test some homemade stew in the company of the Evans family, which arouses curiosity of children as if it were a fictional character. It is, therefore, a shock habits, since, as someone said, the western is the genre where you shake hands myth and reality. From here, the brilliant director's handling of the story cloisters characters in a small hotel they come when final clash between the two, which will arise loyalty and Dan must fight against itself and against its prey showing the highlights of the tape that will surface fears and loyalty will be more necessary than ever. And loyalty is precisely what will change the character motivation, consumed by doubts and loneliness in search of that role. And this is where the film fails, a climax that, if it is correct and maintains the suspense, it is somewhat tricky, somewhat dissonant with the tone and ideas of the film, ending in the shooting of commercial rigor let alone make a movie just perfect, groundbreaking in terms of plot and stylistic and maturation was a huge step for a genre that would later break that vision is what has come to today.
The Wind That Shakes the Barley: The hyperbole of a fact
Whenever I get ready to watch a movie good (insert laugh) Ken Loach, I imagine myself in a class and the teacher getting very simpaticote pinko and he starts giving us a history lesson and its strategy is to convince everyone that we take part in empirical facts on which we judge these characters without taking into account the historical context in which these events occurred, without judging the education received by those persons, or without understanding the social and lifestyle of the time. I crush your head, you point the finger and makes you wonder whether you are a good person if you support his own cause, whether just or not (I shall not evaluate this issue as we talk about history, past events) and nothing short of disrespect you if you fail in what they want. The funny thing is that British film is neither more nor less than the highest Manichaean the film industry, so blatant camouflaging its supposedly revolutionary ideas and looking for objectivity and realism from the more extreme subjectivity, and that is why Wind That Shakes the Barley pamphlet ends up being a bit ridiculous at the network level and with little to humanize the two parties to an armed conflict, in addition to the coolness with which Loach tells facts which, starting from base quite dramatically, as is the country's political conflict and fighting between friends or brothers as this happens, and please all those unable to see beyond their noses and understand the complexity of an event that dates back nearly 800 years in the past, and the impudent director here becomes a treaty of offensive partisanship ending away from the Irish nationalist question (thing absolutely legitimate and I agree that until the last point) to focus on its stale topicazo social cinema, where the wicked oppressors are wealthy landowners who support the British and good-natured film, those who have no advantage in life and struggle for a just cause is the poor lower-class Irish who exceed all the problems in carrying out his revolution and triumph over evil, and which is neither more nor less than proletarian version of Michael Collins Hollywood a few years ago made the always interesting Neil Jordan, and here has a start scene sober and somewhat inert, and if it is true that you have another great sequence, the director almost cleared and ends up being a movie without any force.
Within this alleged historicism Loach looking into the story, it makes two major errors in his narrative and structure of the film: if you want to be historical and verismo should give a broader view of certain facts, as it passes for high enough important elements of conflict, as the presence of Michael Collins and De Valera, his signing of the treaty or its virulent anti once Ireland is split into two halves, and the excessive distance that permeates the story, making it impossible to establish links between two main characters, brothers O'Donovan, and the viewer, which will be debated in his mind which of the two should support policies according to their own ideas and not because he actually cares what happens to one or the other, as , depending on height of the movie, that matters as well as the color of the eyes of Ana Botella. The script, by longtime collaborator Paul Laverty, is riddled with inconsistencies between the protagonists contradictions, especially Damian O'Donovan, a very good Cillian Murphy, a character capable of executing in cold blood a fellow murderers but then accuse protrat and unfair to do exactly the same (perhaps not realize Loach, but is a representation of his films, quite a liar and manipulator). There is a scene that adds nothing, one in which Sinead Damian tells her encounter with the boy's mother executed, and would have achieved a major result being told visually and not to the words of the protagonist, but I imagine that no Loach would like to charge for such responsibility to their cultured and refined hero character that never really came to understand its full evolution, because in just a couple of scenes we see changes from a neutral and rather cowardly blockhead, to call it somehow be the end of the most idealized patriotism, leaving Collins, the father of the Irish homeland, the height of the bitumen. And that's another matter. It is, at least, the harsh fact that the real revolutionaries, those who are right, are guided by a character study, since, in a way no rube will be able to realize the injustices committed by the British towards the Irish, and not corrupt as the evil Teddy, mix between Judas and Cain, with whom he is primed to show his iron Loach doctrine and show how much was wrong with his little brother, the intellectual of the family (although, ironically, the kid can study even though his family has no money).
The resort, well-worn, but no less effective, placing starring two brothers, is fairly predictable, and its similarity to the Irish Civil War and the vision of Paddy O'Donovan Cain is very poor. Would ever have courage if his ideas and his message were not so clean and not to demonize the British and Irish protrat to exhaustion, but when dividing the story into two parts, the play will go wrong and, in fact, maliciously, it could get support proingleses to the kitsch and the heroism of Murphy's book character, and his false view of farmers, able to drop a political tirade in the middle of a meeting of the Irish rebels where to find pros and anti treaty, and wherein the second talk consistent with reasons and arguments, while the former can hardly be justified babble and questions, irrefutable evidence to the director of his ill-advised ideas, and, moreover, is the most incredible scenes (and implausible) and boring the whole tape. Completely destroying the historical, as I said above, the portraits of the English as well as being superficial, which only will swallow the most dupes, is that of a dehumanized killing machines, the only thing they do in Ireland is to enjoy killing native and non-stop abusing them, neither more nor less than that performed in the 40's in Hollywood on Nazis, and indeed, this film has much in common with the other hand, portentous Hangmen Also Die, the (yes) master Fritz Lang. True, in the classic Austrian director had didacticism, and a clear good and bad, with that Brecht's own intellectualism that was something cold and hard to grasp by the viewer Loach likes both, but lacking the force of another, and, above all, moral debate that has been submitted to Brian Donlevy, between doing the right thing and surrender to the Nazis, while here the creation of Cillian Murphy is a hero in the Homeric sense of the word, strong and without weaknesses to fight the evil giants attacking people. And, in The Wind That Shakes the Barley not no room for debate, English destroys any attempt of reflection by the viewer and makes him swallow his message, it really dangerous to justify the fact, so quite explicit, the use of violence, leading to sympathize with the IRA, something similar to what made the cake in his allegedly inflammatory Medem The Basque Ball . There were more ideas, a priori, more interesting, such as dehumanization caused by the war on people, or the inability to mix law and war, but that does not matter at the point where they'll become the film, a parody of children looking for small to eat the head and left wing people here see the classic songs mythologized to the ridicule of a struggle based on ideals quite correct, but where the end should never justify the means and to see supported its political and sign that the festival is happening something strange and it looks all that is removing political consciences ... mine, of course, to forget, is that I am an evil mataboers
a kid my family used to go every weekend to a cottage which my own grandparents. The classic old country house with some look really creepy and disturbing if you have an age apt to dream of monsters under the bed and ghosts of those noise-making blood-curdling you lids as you sheets to the head, regardless of the time of year. Among the innocent games I had with my cousins \u200b\u200bwere coming up to the second floor, where no one slept and whose bedrooms were used as store for old clothes and various utensils, and, seen from outside, scared, because, from time to time appeared some light on or the windows were open without, apparently, no one would. We were three or four children as young as eight or nine years climbing the stairs that diverged into two paths leading to doors. That brief moment on the stairs was the basic idea of \u200b\u200bpanic, looking up and seeing the doors seemed to open, once inside, not go out. That is, cinematically, stair climbing detective Arbogast in Psycho , slow and fraught with tension. Once there, trying to pass the as long as possible while our heart was going a mile a minute and the house seemed to groan, more a product of our suggestion that the furniture might be interested in scare. In the midst of darkness, not knowing whether that to what you topabas was a bed, or arm of a monster that went around, not knowing if the noise we heard was that of a pipe or a ghost that moved slowly us, tension and fear that we experienced was crescendo as we went into the darkness, until suddenly one came running and the others were still screaming in terror from the old stays until we saw a ray of light through the door ajar and went back to the family room safe. What I felt at that moment was pure terror, horror, fear suffocating in its purest conception, that grips you and you can not shake off, that fear can experience almost exclusively children, those with the capacity to dream both for good and for bad. In the film, that feeling had only while a ball coming down the unoccupied second floor the stairs hit like a hammer and a distressed and incredulous George C. Scott approached check it at the end of the ladder . Masterpieces of the genre or as or The Shining Seed the devil made me experience the feeling of fear, a fear that dominates you and leaves you immobile. With [REC] went back to that second floor, that impenetrable darkness, I again have nine years and think that under my bed might have something grabbed my foot in the middle of the night and dragged me with him.
tape not intended as a thesis, however much it is dressed in television documentary of those who may be on stale programs for the elderly such as Spain Direct is not intended as a tart critique of the television and flip through the morbid and unhealthy despite the famous "Do not stop recording with Angela tells camera, as if they pursue the shift Jesulín to ask about her great-aunt angina, anything can be interesting and then broadcast it even though everything was working around the nondescript two-night fire. A film that seeks to, almost exclusively, the pure entertainment of the viewer, let them go wrong based on something less than an hour and a half frantic and terrible in eighty minutes in which every action seems to be improvised by the ability of two directors who demonstrate a superlative command of film language, bringing terror to some heights to which until now had not been approached about being real as life itself, and may be the seed of a hybrid genre between the most suffocating terror and pure neo-realism, a genre where every drop of sweat and blood were hyperreal, where every gasp had been caused by a tangible terror, and where the suspense was in what can not be controlled, that inexplicable, going off the tangent of dark rooms, dramatic effects created by the sound, hands that rest on the shoulders of the players scared in the dark. Experimentation in a genre devoted to repeating the same clichés and five or six changes such topics from a peripheral to the American cinema (Asia in recent years), only to fall again in a loop, something that is never seen. Balagueró Plaza and have the freedom and unpredictability his big gun, placing his characters as real as the fear, in a controlled but seemingly more insecure at the same time, since we all fear that unknown, and this is usually always closer to what we have and that, therefore, less hope to change. A simple script with no traps nuisance to place characters in situations insurmountable, and profiled characters brilliant and consistent, with some surprising touches of humor that helps make everything more bearable, and the exercise of more virtuous and surprising direction in 2007 next to Zack Snyder in 300 , they take the film to a higher level the horror genre, making it a rare bird that mixture as little violence, suspense and action, and lead the viewer into a finale, showing the control their own competent film directors, and where, almost plagiarizing in his brilliant Fresnadillo 28 Weeks Later, and Demme in The Silence of the Lambs make night vision the best way to create a sense of confusion and fear with only guess the shapes, playing with the idea of \u200b\u200bfear caused by the unknown and what we can only feel. Plaza Balagueró and sign the best film their respective filmographies and gender in many years, and demonstrating to the rest of mediocre and English filmmakers weeping for a film that is good do not need a big budget, if not good ideas and work within what you have. As a child playing on a voluntary basis to be scared. Now I pay in a film to scare me ... yes, the difference is that now I get with someone who is nine.
