![]() This collection is shocking in its beauty, and inspiring by its simplicity. The attempts at honesty, clearly blocked by his unwillingness to divulge everything, and his cynicism of man. It doesn't always work, but there in lies the subtle beauty of Bukowski's efforts. It is not perfect, and it is not trying to be. This is RAW human emotion and experience smeared out onto paper. This is poetry for people who are disgusted by verse of flowers, trees and Greek mythology. It is funny, sad, sadistic, cruel, scathing, enlightening and thought provoking. To me Charles Bukowski will always be one of the greatest American writers of the twentieth century, because of the sheer brutality and honesty his work emanates. No collection can ever really be complete, there are always new things to add, new commentary, newly discovered works, transcripts of records and unpublished letters, but this book does an excellent job in its attempt. I will just give you my impression of this collection of work. ![]() Characters keep asking each other if they “understand what I’m sayin'” or if they’re “pickin’ up what I’m putting down?” Run with the Hunted would be a laugh riot if it weren’t so damn serious.I am not going to go over the contents of the book, or much about Charles Bukowski, because if you are considering this book you must know something about the man and his work. In another unintentionally amusing shot, a woman at the hairdresser’s is reading a copy of Microwave Dishes magazine (wtf?). “Why did you kill me?” a character screams hilariously during the film’s rushed, silly conclusion. And then there’s the Loux (Sam Quartin), who takes up a job as a detective’s (Isiah Whitlock, Jr.) assistant, to find her lost boy. The grown-up Oscar (Michael Pitt), now trains his own group of young thugs with the mantra of “Lost boys till the end.” Birdie asks Peaches (Dree Hemingway) to look after Oscar, who may be straying off his beaten path, seeking a way out. “I believe, someday, Loux will find you,” Peaches tells Oscar before kissing him at a drive-in theater, “but for now, you have me.” After a horrifying incident involving Peaches and a shotgun, the film cuts to fifteen years later. ![]() “…a group of abandoned children who roam the streets, thieving and mugging for their ‘masters’…” “What we provide here is an education, a way of life… and me, I’m the headmaster,” Sway says of his band of tiny Robin Hood-wannabes. (Un)luckily for him, Peaches (Kylie Rogers) introduces Oscar to her “family of broken toys:” a group of abandoned children who roam the streets, thieving and mugging for their “masters,” Sway (Mark Boone Junior) and “big poppa” Birdie ( Ron Perlman). The boy runs off to the Big City and soon gets locked up. Oscar simply cannot stand the abuse that his friend Loux (Madilyn Kellam) takes from her dad, so one night, Oscar kills the sad hick with a searing-hot fireplace poker. Young Oscar (Mitchell Paulsen) lives happily under the tutelage of his father Augustus (William Forsythe). ![]() Instead, it comes off as a lunkheaded exercise in self-aggrandizing mental masturbation. On all accounts, filmmaker John Swab’s gratuitous and grave Run with the Hunted fails to live up to the promise of its premise. A cinematic treatise on the genesis of said reality, a heartfelt and visceral study of these children through the eyes of a compelling protagonist, would undoubtedly be welcome. It doesn’t just happen in Russia, of course – it’s a sad reality in most countries. ![]() Without parental guidance, left to their own devices, those young, lost souls roam the streets, following their worst impulses. I have witnessed a gang of 10-to-14-year-olds mercilessly attack and rob a couple in a Russian subway. Children are impressionable, susceptible to influence, easy to manipulate. ![]()
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