I am a little tipsy, but not as drunk as I was for the last post. Now that the tickets have been bought, I am resigned to my fate, whatever that shall be. I just need to call the doctor about why the prescription didn’t go through, and find some airplane specialists to tell me that those big metal tubes are absolutely the safest form of travel.
Also, it’s almost the anniversary of grandpa’s death. I found a slideshow of pictures of him, and am not ashamed to admit I was crying. I may not have been close to the man, but he was still family, and I miss him. I even miss his wife, my step grandma, Alma. We never really got along, but she was still family. Was? She’s alive, she *is* still family.
We last left Scott trudging reluctantly after Margaret to the school to get Margaret’s report on “Hispanic” gangs in Chicago.
We next observe Scott at his house. There is a thunderstorm. I’m honestly not sure if this was in the script or if it just happened to be happening. No matter, anyone who loves to read knows that a thunderstorm is the best weather in which to read a book. Plus it adds drama to a scene where one is reading about big bad gangs in Chicago.
Scott’s father comes up onto the porch, where scott is reading Margaret’s report.
Scott’s father: Hey, why the long face?
Because I’m a horse dammit!
Scott: I was hoping to figure out what happened to Pete
Scott’s dad takes a look at the report on “inner city gangs.” he makes remarks like, “underprivileged youth….interesting.” which doesn’t tell me much.
Then he says, “I heard Pete turned some heads in town with the way he was dressed and all.”
Ummmm what? Aside from the red bandanna round his forehead, I don’t see any difference between Pete and the rest of the town’s kids. Just the way he is dressed doesn’t ring any alarm bells for me. But I guess bandanna wearing kids are always in gangs. Always.
Scott’s dad: you’re not judging him by the way he looks are you?
Scott: Pete’s always done crazy stuff to get attention
me: Really? This has not been established
Scott’s dad: and?
Me: Why is his mother not there for this conversation? Why are the only adults the kids look up to MALE?
Also, where are the black people in this movie? Seriously, all I’ve seen is white people. For a small town that might actually be accurate, as the small towns I’ve lived in have mostly had white people. However, in Chicago, there should be black people. Juuuuust sayin’.
( I know I’ve said this before, but this is where I first noted it on my first watch through, so I went ahead and left it in the post.)
Scott: Dad, I think he stole the
beggin’ strips, treats, that he gave us today.
Well yeah, anyone with a brain could see that.
Scott’s dad: well I guess, you think he joined a gang back in Chicago
Scott: I don’t know
Scott’s dad: did you actually see him steal the treats?
Scott: well, not exactly– but I didn’t see him pay for them either. I don’t want to get him in trouble what should I do?
Scott’s dad: (I’m getting tired of typing that, does he have a name?) well son, If you think Pete stole it, you need to either return it or pay for it.
Good advice, good advice. So far I like Scott’s dad’s advice, I just…. I wish the mother could be a part of it too. Why isn’t Scott shown as having such a good relationship with his mother? Why are all the adults Scott trusts male?
Scott’s dad continues: if you think Pete stole you need to let Mr. Graff know. But before you go accusing him, make sure you know the truth. You oughta ask him about it
Go Scott’s dad! Go! You are giving truly good advice here.
Scott admits to his dad that he is probably right. And then Scott’s dad (seriously WHAT THE FUCK IS HIS NAME?!) gives him the only good piece of advice I will see all movie:
Scott’s dad: One more thing; real gangs are real dangerous. So if you think Pete was in a gang, be careful.
I still would give better advice than “be careful.” I’d say, “Stay away form him, but if you feel you can’t do that…. be prepared to run and/or call the cops.”
Because, seriously, gangs are dangerous. Very. Again, no one besides Scott’s dad tells Scott this, but he’s absolutely right. Real gangs are real dangerous. They are. If Scott goes against them, he could seriously get killed. I still find this conversation problematic, BUT, again, at this point, no one knows for sure if Pete’s even been in a gang. So, I can let it slide.
Scott and his dad are hungry and decide to go eat. Scott stupidly leaves the report on the table where the wind could blow it away. Instead, his littler sister finds it. I have no problem with this, as this story needs more girls who are not possible romantic love interests.
The following paragraph was in y notes after the 3rd watch through:
Wait, is Regina his sister? I’ve watched this movie several times and still have not picked up on that. So if that’s the case, there is a PROBLEM. This movie is TERRIBLE at introducing characters. Juuuuust sayin’.
Scott goes to his room. He turns on the light and…
There’s Pete, lying on his bed, waiting for Scott to get in.
Ummmmm ok. This is CREEPY. Like, legitimately creepy. Scott has every right to be freaked out here, and badly. I have never had a friend sneak into my room like that before. Ever. I’ve had a teacher sneak into my room before, but this was at a boarding school where she had the dean’s permission, and, well, she had a good reason, but that’s another story for another blog post. It’s quite a funny story, though. I should tell it sometime. She was an awesome teach, btw, it’s not as bad as it sounds.
Anyway. Scott, understandably, freaks out.
Scott: what are you doing here?
Pete: I thought you said you were going to come over
Pete (continuing): I brought your bike back. It’s a great bike.
Scott shows no surprise at this, so clearly he has been nice in letting Pete borrow his bike. Ok, I can get behind that.
To get nit picky though… my father knows a thing or two about bikes, and he taught me a bit. Scott and Pete are not the same size at all. Soooo I doubt Pete could borrow Scott’s bike. At least, while being comfortable on it.
Pete: wish I could afford one
I sympathize with Pete here, I really do. About wanting to afford things, I mean. My father did get me a very good bike, and keeps threatening to give me a better one, but I won’t let him touch the $500 bike I do have that he did buy me.
But I sympathize in Pete wishing he could afford things. The list of things I want to afford is too long. It involves a car…. Anyway.
Scott: I bought one with my paper money. You could help me out and get one just like it.
Ummmm Scott?If he’s helping you out with your paper route, Pete still doesn’t get paid, you do. Unless you’re nice enough to share your money, which…. maybe?
Ugh. My internet suddenly decided it hates me. This will be finished in the morning, unless my computer wont’ even post it. rrrrrr.
For some reason, wordpress won’t save drafts. I had to save this one by copy and pasting. why…. aoweifhtowehfow;ehfgowehgowehgweiorhg I wish wordpress wouldn’t constantly be changing things!