The Crips were angry–and frankly surprised–frankly understandably—-when they heard that they had lost the bidding war to be featured in the title of P.T. Anderson’s adaptation of Upton Sinclair’s Oil.
Then, too, the Bloods felt that they were being double-crossed when Anderson de-plural’d what for which they had paid well.
In, P.T.’s defense, though, it is a bit of stretch to think that turn-of-the-century oil-drillers could forsee–even subconsiously–which is what the pleading Bloods’ claim was—-the inception of a street gang that even the wildest estimates put seventy years after the world the film portrays.
Very obtuse, but well composed. After several days of digesting, I GET IT? I am so proud of myself.
Creatively obtuse. It took me a couple of days to digest, but after a while I GOT IT! It is a tad specialized in dealing with the film industry and LA culture, but this unicycling trout farmer from the mountains of NC is proud to be on board. Sometimes I think I am so hip.
Bill: You are *that* hip. I am still digesting.