Pixote: a Lei do Mais Fraco (Portuguese pronunciation: [piˈʃɔtʃi a ˈlej du ˈmajʃ ˈfɾaku], Pixote (small child): The Law of the Weakest) is a 1981 Braziliandramafilm directed by Hector Babenco. The screenplay was written by Babenco and Jorge Durán, based on the book A infância dos mortos (The Childhood of the Dead Ones) by José Louzeiro.
The film features Fernando Ramos Da Silva (who was killed at the age of 19 by Brazilian police in São Paulo) as Pixote and Marília Pêra as Sueli.
The plot revolves around Pixote, a young boy who is used as a child criminal in muggings and drug transport.
After a police round up of street children Pixote is sent to a juvenile reformatory (FEBEM). The prison is a hellish school where Pixote uses glue sniffing as a means of emotional escape from the constant threats of abuse and rape.
It soon becomes clear that the young criminals are only pawns in the criminal, sadistic games of the prison guards and their commander.
When a boy dies of physical abuse by the guards, they frame the lover of the transgendered effeminate boy known as Lilica (Jorge Julião), for the murder. This lover then conveniently also dies, with some help from the guards.
Soon after, Pixote, Lilica and her new lover Dito (Gilberto Moura) find an opportunity to flee from the prison. First they stay at the apartment of Cristal (Tony Tornado), a former lover of Lilica, but when tensions arise they go to Rio for a cocaine drug deal; there, however, they get duped by a showgirl.
After some time bumming around the city, Pixote and his friends go to a club for another drug deal. While there, Pixote finds the showgirl that took their drugs and stabs her.
They become pimps for the prostitute Sueli who is definitely past her prime and is possibly ill from a botched abortion. The group conspires to rob her johns, but when Lilica’s lover Dito falls for Sueli, Lillica leaves. The robbery scheme fails when an American john fights back (because he apparently does not understand Portuguese) so they have to shoot him. In the ensuing fight, Pixote accidentally shoots and kills Dito as well.
Pixote tries to gain comfort from Sueli, treating her as a mother figure, but she rejects him. He leaves and is seen walking down a railway line, gun in hand, away from the camera, his figure disappearing in the distance, out of the film’s view.
Film critic Roger Ebert, who writes for the Chicago Sun-Times, considers the film a classic, and wrote, “Pixote stands alone in Babenco’s work, a rough, unblinking look at lives no human being should be required to lead. And the eyes of Fernando Ramos da Silva, his doomed young actor, regard us from the screen not in hurt, not in accusation, not in regret — but simply in acceptance of a desolate daily reality.”
Critic Pauline Kael was impressed by its raw, documentary-like quality, and a certain poetic realism. She wrote, “Babenco’s imagery is realistic, but his point of view is shockingly lyrical. South American writers, such as Gabriel Garcia Marquez, seem to be in perfect, poetic control of madness, and Babenco has some of this gift, too. South American artists have to have it, in order to express the texture of everyday insanity.”
The New York Times film critic, Vincent Canby, liked the neo-realist acting and direction of the drama, and wrote, “[Pixote], the third feature film by the Argentine-born Brazilian director Hector Babenco, is a finely made, uncompromisingly grim movie about the street boys of São Paulo, in particular about Pixote – which, according to the program, translates roughly as Peewee…The performances are almost too good to be true, but Mr. Da Silva and Miss Pera are splendid. Pixote is not for the weak of stomach. A lot of the details are tough to take, but it is neither exploitative nor pretentious. Mr. Babenco shows us rock-bottom, and because he is an artist, he makes us believe it as well all of the possibilities that have been lost.”
This is but one horrific example of the tactics used by the Federal Bureau of Investigation to stifle legitimate dissent and violate the civil rights of political groups that the administration dislikes. Along with the anti-war movement, the Nixon White House targeted the civil rights movement for disruption, using on-campus informants to infiltrate and in many cases to disrupt legal protests and activism. This coloring book, which was purported to be from the Black Panthers, had actually been rejected by them when it was brought to them by a man later revealed to have intelligence connections. Not to be troubled by the fact that the Panthers found the coloring book revolting, the FBI added even more offensive illustrations, and mass mailed it across America. It so infuriated the white population that they stopped listening to the legitimate grievances of the black people. While it can be argued that such an action did not technically violate the right of the Black Panthers to free
You are electric. Your brain is a super-continent only partially charted. Your mind’s eye is fire-hosing garbled and complex equations, proofs, and logical dead-ends, and will do so for something like the next 10 hours, possibly longer. You are diving through bottomless fractals and honeycombs. You’re scaling lattices and gratings as tall as mountains, and now you’re tracing the filigrees and fretwork of the Relief of Time. You’re plucking noise out of thin air, damnit, spreading the sonic detritus over your person like some strange sort of salve. You look down at your hands only to see how they’ve melted to the floor in small, fleshy puddles. You turn to your trip sitter, a trusted friend who appears now to be spewing fire so as to beat back a gaggle of ankle-biting, animatronic elves. The walls are breathing, you swear it. You’re tripping.
Tang, a restaurant chef in Donghu town, Changchun, Jilin Province who is helping his boss raise the turtle, explained he got the idea to introduce the pet to tobacco one day after he discovered it being hurt by a chicken bone. As he plucked the bone from its belly, the turtle snapped at him, upon which he was inspired to try inserting a cigarette. Now the turtle ‘restlessly’ paces back and forth if it doesn’t get a smoke, and chases after Tang when he lights up, said the report.
The doctor applies some local anaesthetic, makes a small pinhole in the base of the scrotum, reaches in with a pair of very thin forceps, and pulls out the small white vas deferens tube. Then, the doctor injects the polymer gel (called Vasalgel here in the US), pushes the vas deferens back inside, repeats the process for the other vas deferens, puts a Band-Aid over the small hole, and the man is on his way.
There’s always been a lot of tripping in movies, and man, is it hilarious. People trip all the time. Why, just the other day, I had dropped my backpack on the floor of my apartment right when I walked in, and as I circled back around really quickly I ended up stepping right into … Oh. OHHH. That type of tripping. The one with hallucinogenic drugs. Okay, got it. Yeah, that type of tripping is funny, too. And hey, that’s in a bunch of movies as well! Like, say, this week’s “This is the End.” Or so we hear. We’ve counted down for you the Top 15 “tripping” scenes in movies, ranked in order of … trippiest? We guess?
A survey released Thursday found nearly one in ten smartphone owners admitted to having used their phone during sex. Overall, nine percent of those surveyed said they had used their smartphone during sex. Young adults were particularly comfortable with multitasking during intercourse. Among those ages 18 to 34, one in five admitted to using their smartphone amid coitus.
When Alexander Pera, a former manager of a steak house in Lincolnshire, Illinois, was arrested last week, police say he had an unusual motivation for his alleged misdeeds. Pera was charged with stealing the identities of 50 customers and former employees of the restaurant to finance trips to Disney World — known, of course, as the “happiest place on earth.” The Lincolnshire Police Department said he used fraudulently obtained gift cards, cash and prepaid credit cards worth $50,000 to pay for two Disney cruises and 15 Disney World trips over five months.
The newest twist on the legendary saying seems to go something like this: He robs asphalt from the city and fills in the poor holes that plague the streets. And while a “Pothole Robin Hood” he may very well be to his supporters, Ron Chane won’t be getting spiritual advice from Friar Tuck anytime soon…and Jackson, Miss., most definitely isn’t Sherwood Forest. Because Chane—who’s made a name for himself lately by taking what he says is asphalt from the city of Jackson so he and his girlfriend can fill its potholes—is under police investigation for his actions.
KY Intense Arousal gel is relatively new to the market. It’s billed as a product that can “heighten sensitivity and satisfaction.” Unfortunately, when some of the product spilled in an Alabama post office on Tuesday morning, employees didn’t know what the substance was. All it heightened was a safety alert. The building was evacuated and a hazardous materials team came in to dispose of the mysterious liquid.
A look at the plans…for Sky City One reveal that the maximum width of each unit of the building will be just 3.9 meters, or 12.8 feet. That’s the width of a “single-wide” mobile home in the U.S. Save a dizzyingly tall interior atrium extending from the first to the 170th floor, any interior spaces wider than that will be interrupted by the steel columns that define the edge of each pre-fabricated unit.
Jon Mikl Thor made one of the campiest attempts at a rocker persona that I’m personally familiar with—and that includes my beloved Handsome Dick Manitoba and New York Dolls. A former Canadian bodybuilder (and onetime Mr. USA), Jon Mikl Thor decided to parlay his, er, natural stage presence into a musical career, fronting for the band THOR in 1973.
Behold Jeju Loveland! Located in Jeju Island, the erotic theme park is home to over 140 saucy, silly, and downright funny sculptures that all have one thing in common: sex. No wonder the park is 18-and-up only. (There is a kid-friendly recreation area where adults can drop off their young ones while they go look at giant dicks.) Loveland opened back in 2004 after art school grads began creating these interesting monuments to bumping uglies. The theme park is way over the top, which seems to invite visitors to take goofy pictures:
The third and final installment of “The Art of Punk,” MOCA-TV‘s great web series that looks at the increasingly historically important graphic design of the punk era. This time around, Jello Biafra and Winston Smith talk about the “look” of Dead Kennedys’ posters, handbills and record covers and explain how the logo came about. There’s a wonderful moment here when Biafra—generously giving credit where it’s historically due—explains his “aha!” moment, when he realized that collaborating creatively with Smith would allow him to present foldouts, posters and booklets ala Crass, but funny.
In the dozen years since the 9/11 attacks, we’ve watched as a classified new legal regime for government surveillance has been hashed out, local police forces have become heavily armed military-type units and a whole new layer of bureaucracy has hatched to provide us with an abundance of “homeland security.” Proponents of this build-up argue that it’s made us safer. They point to hundreds of foiled plots to make their case. But Trevor Aaronson, author ofThe Terror Factory: Inside the FBI’s Manufactured War on Terrorism, dug into these supposedly dastardly plots and found that they are much less than meets the eye.
A Kobe man has been arrested for what Facebook users see as a unique and somewhat ingenious crime. Hirai Yasuomi (26), was reported to police after someone discovered him lying face-up in a street gutter so that he was able to look up the skirts of women passing by. While most people point out that what he did is certainly perverted and deserves punishment, netizens also praised his enthusiasm and ability to put his dastardly plans into action.
A $509,840 grant by the National Institutes of Health will pay for a study that will send text messages in “gay lingo” to methamphetamine addicts to try to persuade them to use fewer drugs and more condoms. The study began in February.
“I was there in the water in total darkness just thinking it’s the end. I kept thinking the water was going to fill up the room but it did not,” he said. “I was so hungry but mostly so, so thirsty. The salt water took the skin off my tongue.” “I could perceive the dead bodies of my crew were nearby. I could smell them. The fish came in and began eating the bodies. I could hear the sound.” But after 60 hours, Mr Harrison heard the sound of knocking.
Biker culture came to the Vatican on Sunday as Pope Francis blessed thousands of Harley-Davidsons and their riders celebrating the manufacturer’s 110th anniversary with a loud parade and plenty of leather. Thundering Harley engines nearly drowned out the Latin recitation of the “Our Father” prayer that accompanied Francis as he greeted the crowd before Mass. Standing in his open-top jeep, Francis drove up the main boulevard leading to St. Peter’s Square, blessing the thousands of people in what was a giant Harley parking lot.
“After class one day, I went into the equipment store in the gymnasium to tidy up. The door had been left open, and when I looked inside, a male pupil and a female pupil had their faces close together and were kind of fumbling around. Could it be bullying? I wondered, but when I had a good look, the boy was licking the girl’s eye! Surprised, a shouted “What are you doing? Stop it at once!” and the two of them were so shocked they jumped apart. The girl burst into tears, and the boy just went bright red and was shaken up. At any rate, to try to calm them down I took them to the janitor’s room and listened to their story.”
A Turkish customs official waved Emily Harris through customs at Antalya airport—after stamping a passport identifying her as a unicorn. Mom Nicky Harris, from Cwmbran, South Wales, said: ‘The passport doesn’t even look real—it’s got gold teddy bears on the front.’
It is clear from the report that the Union-Tribune and the Guardian grossly “mis-headlined” the NAS’s findings. The tuna had an estimated 7.7 nano-sieverts [the sievert is a standard measure of the biological impacts of radiation] per 7-ounce serving. Since no radiation exposure of any kind is “safe,” headlines writers declaring the risk is “nil” and the tuna “safe” had not done the slightest bit of digging.
The trainer in the 18 second video has not been identified, nor has the dolphin, however it is assumed that the dolphin is (or was, granted it is still alive) trained for Artificial Insemination. This is assumed because in the video the trainer places his hand around the opening near the males penile slit (a cue for the dolphin to present it’s penis), it is then that the dolphin (inverted) exposes his penis to the trainer and the trainer then proceeds to suck on the tip until the dolphin ejaculates in his mouth. Following the dolphins successful act it is given a cue, the common “whistle blow” signaling a job well done. The video is then ended.
Soylent looks as appetizing as it sounds. The combination of its off-white color, opacity and viscosity made it look—sorry to be gross here—like watered-down semen. Tiny specs of something brown and no doubt highly nutritious floated in the liquid. Taking a sip, it was actually not distasteful, as long as I blocked out all thoughts of bodily fluid. (This was hard to do; perhaps Soylent could improve my ability to concentrate on things other than semen while drinking Soylent.) Soylent tastes like the homemade nontoxic Play-Doh you made, and sometimes ate, as a kid. Slightly sweet and earthy with a strong yeasty aftertaste.
Two life coaches who hosted a radio show called “The Pursuit of Happiness” apparently committed suicide together in their Brooklyn apartment, police said. Motivational speaker John Littig, 48, and his common-law psychotherapist wife, Lynne Rosen, 46, were found with plastic bags over their heads and a tube attached to a canister of helium, according to police.
Marijuana has long been accused of being a gateway to deadlier vices. But could cannabis be a swinging door that might also lead people away from hard drugs? That’s what this capital city is trying to find out. In a controversial public health project, Bogota will supply marijuana to 300 addicts of bazuco, a cheap cocaine derivative that generates crack-like highs and is as addictive as heroin.
If an online seller sends you photos of an item, run them through a malware scanner first — at least according to the FBI. A new warning issued by the bureau suggests that many buyers have fallen victim to malware scams that involve what seem to be innocuous photo attachments. Photos containing malware can crop up when dealing with shady sellers on services like Craigslist. A seller will list an expensive item, like a car, for an amount of money that just skirts the line of “too-good-to-be-true.” The one catch is that the seller only provides photos upon request.
The paper reports that the town council of Brunete, located about 20 miles from Madrid, has undertaken a complex effort to crack down on the disrespectful dog owners. Twenty volunteers have been enlisted to approach dog owners who leave their pet’s poop behind, and to strike up a conversation with the goal of finding out the name of the dog. “With the name of the dog and the breed it was possible to identify the owner from the registered pet database held in the town hall,” a spokesman from the council told the Telegraph. Once the owner’s address was confirmed, the dog poop is scooped up, placed in a box containing the town hall’s insignia and delivered via courier to the owner’s home. And to top it all off, the box is labeled, “Lost Property.”
About 10,000 species of birds have reduced or absent external genitalia as adults. Many have normal penises as embryos, but as they develop, their penises stop growing and shrink away. (Despite that, male birds still manage to fertilize female birds through internal insemination, just like humans. We’ll get to how in a moment.) To study how male birds lose their penises, the UF researchers examined the embryonic development of birds with penises (ducks and emus) and birds without penises (chicks), among other creatures. What they found was that a critical gene called Bmp4 switches on, causing developing genitals to wither away. In other birds like ducks and emus, that gene stays switched off, allowing their penises to grow fully. (In some birds, they grow a little too fully: certain species of water fowl, like ducks, have such large phalluses