Tuesday, November 30, 2010

RAVE - Holy Rollers

I'll be in trouble when Mrs Page finds out I saw this today with my brother, because she has been looking forward to seeing it ever since we saw the trailer a couple months ago.

Supposedly based on a true story (although that's pretty hard to believe), two young Orthodox Jews (i.e. big black hats, uncut sideburns or payot, and a myriad other apparently Biblically-accurate trappings) get tricked into smuggling ecstasy from Amsterdam to New York by a sleazy older family friend with connections to an Israeli drug cartel (who knew?)

Desperate to make extra money in order to avoid the living hell of working for his father, Jessie Eisenberg's character continues the regular transatlantic trafficking. Surprise, surprise, the road is far from smooth for "Sam and the Hasidic couriers" as the movie's post-script describes them.

Now, Bill Maher or Christopher Hitchens might end this review with some reference to all religion sending people astray, but I think these were decent guys, apart from the drugs and dodgy fashion.

RANT - The Expendables

I had to give this the RANT it deserves,  although I know a large part of the population loves this kind of movie, and will enjoy this one in particular.

The problems were many though, and they began with Sylvester Stallone directing and co-writing the screenplay. Right there it meant the film should've been called The Unexplainables.

Absolutely no value was added by including so many "stars": Sylvester Stallone, Jason Statham, Bruce Willis, Mickey Rourke, Arnold Schwarzenegger, and Jet Li, not to mention Eric Roberts, Dolph Lungren, and Steve Austin. Of course, there's nowhere near enough space for that many over-the-hill action stars, except maybe in a long line at the steroid counter at Walgreens Pharmacy. None of them is known for his way with words, so it's no surprise none of them gets to do much more than grunt.

And what's going on with the pseudo porn star names? The film also features such international smut-worthy names as Randy Couture, Preshas Jenkins, Ace LeBlue, and Charisma Carpenter. Su-freaking-real.

The plot? I watched the whole thing and couldn't tell what was going on aside from people jumping on and off moving vehicles, and things blowing up.  I thought Lawrence would know, but he too was clue-less.

The film started off well, with Stallone & Co rescuing hostages from Somali pirates. "At last, someone's dealing with those damned pirates" I thought. But a few minutes later and the so-called story-line has disappeared into thin air, and for the next 90 minutes I had no idea who and what the mercenaries were fighting for,nor against whom. Maybe that's what the life of a modern mercenary has become. Pointless.

Not for me I'm afraid. I would've been happier with a foreign-language film - and therefore a completely different cast, or maybe the same cast using all the French words they know.

Monday, November 29, 2010

RAVE - Grub

Maybe the thing to do is to pick places that don't crow about themselves, and don't invent fancy names for everything ("upland cress" anyone, one of NOPA's many overblown descriptions, along with "grilled bread" and "Nantes carrots" for heaven's sake! Were those carrots really flown over from France, and if so, why?)

Grub wouldn't be caught pumping hot air into its menu. It's un-complicated, un-assuming and un- a lot of things wrong with many other restaurants.

Lawrence's flat-iron steak and my osso bucco were fabulous, with rich red wine reductions and perfect vegetable / potato accompaniments. The service was delightful, and the price unbeatable.

The place was packed at 8.30pm on a Sunday night, and even though the web-advertised valet service was a no show, we were able to park right opposite, on Valencia.

Our aperitifs, Boddingtons in the nearby Phoenix, made for a superlative night out with my bro.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

RANT - Skyline

Silly. Silly film.

A useless cast whose only response to alien attacks is huffing, puffing, and other breathy pointlessness.

Ambitious special effects, and by "ambitious" I mean "not very good". Explosions look like match flares filmed right up close, and the alien stuff doesn't look anywhere near solid enough.

The film wants to be a cross between District 9, Alien, and Transformers, but doesn't come close to any of them in terms of story, quality, or content.

The plot (such as it is) flaps wildly all over the place, with aliens alternating between apparently invincible auto re-generators and brittle piles of bits that buckle under a good fist-pounding.

A perfect example of how a tightly-edited trailer can sucker one (i.e. me) in. If Lawrence and I hadn't simply squeezed the film in between exiting the spa and heading off to the airport to pick Pavey up, it would've been a complete waste of time.

Don't fall for it!

REVIEW - NOPA

No wonder they use the acronym NOPA, rather than North Panhandle, which is its location and one of the least attractively-named neighborhoods in San Francisco.

Known for its late-night dining and the virtual impossibility of parking in order to enjoy those late nights, we duly circled for 30 minutes before finding a space, and settled down for a 9.15pm start.

I plucked the receipt from the kitchen counter this morning to refresh my memory about what everyone had eaten, and was mystified by the Echeveria Red Ruffle, Kalanchoe Pumila, and Aeonium Sunburst, and then I realized I was looking at the receipt from Flora Grubb. Lawrence and I had gone shopping for "succulents". That's not a euphemism for cruising the SF nightlife .... we were on a quest to find plants that wouldn't perish on our ultra-exposed deck, and the aforementioned succulents (which are basically cacti without sharp bits), apparently need little water and flower bright red, yellow and orange in summer, we hope.

Back at NOPA, we were a long way from the main action, sat upstairs at the very, very back. 

Simi started with the warm goat's cheese, pickled beets and crostini (which she enthusiastically munched through the main course and right to the end), Lawrence had the fennel sausage flat-bread with potatoes, leeks and gruyere ("not enough sausage, too much cheese"), while Amo and I both had the oven-baked egg, smoked tomato, grilled bread (sounds so much better than "toast") and pecorino. I had ambitiously ordered an extra appetizer, the grilled calamari, roasted cauliflower, olives, capers and aioli, which was truly horrible. I had one mouthful, then a second to check that my taste-buds hadn't fooled me, and sure enough, it was practically inedible. Just to be sure, Simi sampled some and concurred.

Entrees were pretty decent, too. Simi had the grilled country pork chop, roasted farro, wickson apples and upland cress (half of which was bagged and taken home for a snack), Amo had the pan-seared black cod, hummus, roasted beets, mandarins and water-melon radish (no complaints), and Lawrence the rotisserie chicken, brussels sprouts and "you can keep your bloody" orange-glazed yams. I had the house-made tagliatelle, chanterelles, bacon, lemon and celery root cream (which was good, but not as good as Farina's handkerchief basil pasta from the night before).

There was plenty of variety on each plate, let alone on the whole menu, and the fact they didn't charge me for the calamari and cauliflower cock-up meant I'll probably try the place again.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

RAVE - Farina

The three bachelors - two temporary, one genuine (and permanent?) - dined in style last night at Farina, in the Mission district.

Fresh, contemporary decor made for a crisp, wide open feel to the place. There seemed to be staff a-plenty, and we were very well looked after. I can't go into too much detail about the female members of that excellent staff because, as I mentioned, two of us are only temporarily single and it'd be typical if our respective ladies read this and returned gift-less from their travels.

I had the calamari (unfortunately not crisp, as I like it, but in a pesto sauce), then the Mandili di seta al pesto (handmade handkerchief pasta with Genovese basil pesto that, according to the menu, won the gold medal during the Genoa Pesto World Championship), and rounded it off with Saltimbocca di vitello all romana con puree di patate e tartufo nero (pan roasted veal saltimbocca served with prosciutto San Daniele and sage, over a potato puree), which was so good Gareth wasn't allowed to sample it.

Lawrence had traditional Italian onion soup stewed in Taburno Falanghina wine served with croutons, followed by Filet Mignon with fancy-named muhrooms. The steak was voted on with closed eyes and a hmmmmm, so must've been good.

Gareth had San Daniele prosciutto served with burrata cheese over lightly fried focaccina, which broke his non-dairy diet but was apparently worth it, followed by the filetto di Oppoglosso dell Alaska al forno servito con purea di ceci e bietola (aka baked Alaskan halibut filet served on a bed of chard and garbanzo beans puree).

A classy Italian restaurant that I'll no doubt return to very soon, for the food and to flaunt the missus.

Friday, November 26, 2010

RAVE - The Next 3 Days

An ultra-slow first half didn't bode well for Russel Crowe's latest shabby chic performance in The Next 3 Days.

His wife is arrested for allegedly murdering her boss, and she spends 3 years in jail before Crowe realizes she's never getting out. He therefore sets about doing what any decent husband would do in the same position, planning a robbery to raise the money for their life on the run, and then plotting her jailbreak.

For a school teacher he does an excellent job of procuring a gun, false passports and drivers license, holding up a gang of drug dealers and stealing tons o' loot.

The second half - the heist, the breakout and the escape - are really absorbing, and without totally giving it all away, his not-at-all-school-teacher-ish planning and execution are really put to the test.

An exciting movie, and well worth circling the parking garage for 20 minutes trying to find a space on the busiest shopping day of the year.

I don't know if the fact that both our wives are in other countries this week - Beverley is in Tenerife and Pavey is in England - made me think about how far I'd go to spring my better half. And yes, I'd blow up a Meth Lab for her.

You can't say fairer than that can you?

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

RANT - Bay Area Weather Forecaster... er, Guessers

I know San Francisco and its environs boast a number of micro-climates, and I know we've got El Nino (or is it El Nina?) affecting weather conditions this season. I also know that American forecasters love to describe every bit of rain or snow a "storm". 

I also know local weather forecasters are about as good as Stevie Wonder when it comes to watching the developing systems, sticking their fingers in the air, and making wild guesses about what's going to happen with tomorrow's weather.
But - and this is a shorts and tee-shirt clad interjection - I've just been out in what yesterday's forecast said would be "coldest weather of the season" and it was positively Mediterranean.
Here's what the local (and national) buffoons said just yesterday (Tuesday) ....
"A cold Arctic air mass is expected to arrive in the Bay Area with near-freezing or freezing temperatures likely Tuesday night and over the next few days.
The National Weather Service says the cold front will bring the coldest weather of the season and could bring record low temperatures throughout the Bay Area. Light snow is possible down to 1,500 feet.
The storm should dust Mount Hamilton with some snow as well, according to Steve Anderson, a forecaster with the National Weather Service." 
A freeze watch is in effect for the San Francisco Bay shoreline, the East Bay's inland valleys, the North Bay's valleys and mountains and Santa Clara Valley.
Forecasters say the coldest temperatures will be Tuesday night through Thursday but that conditions will remain chilly.
Once the storm system clears out, the South Bay will experience some chilly conditions, with overnight lows dropping as low as 33 degrees, according to the weather service. On Thanksgiving Day, sunny skies with a high of 54 is expected".
Right now (Wednesday mid-day) it's looking like the weather forecast is a fictional work of Oprah Book Club proportions.
Here's hoping I don't have to eat these words, seeing as I'm off to the airport to pick up Lawrence, who is arriving from the UK for a week of golf and alcoholic mayhem.

RANT - The real soccer hooligans

In what appears to be a concerted effort by European soccer players to prove they're not wusses, and instead just as nasty as Mike Tyson, a number of "players" have recently been banned for ridiculously offensive actions.

Ajax captain Luis Suarez has accepted a seven-match ban for biting PSV Eindhoven midfielder Otman Bakkal's shoulder in Saturday's 0-0 league draw. Suarez commented: "No, I do not regret what happened. Normally I always keep calm but I didn't. I'm a little tired. This week I had to travel a lot". The photo shows just how "tired" Suarez was.

Meanwhile, Inter Milan striker Samuel Eto'o has been banned for three Serie A matches for headbutting defender Cesar in the chest during Chievo's 2-1 win on Sunday. The loss of the Cameroonian, who has also been fined €30,000 ($41,180), is a big blow to stuttering Inter who are also struggling with injuries.

This comes on the heels of World Cup "action" like a dangerous kick in the chest by the Dutch player Nigel de Jong. Spain’s Xabi Alonso got a possibly permanent reminder of the World Cup 2010 final when Netherlands’ Nigel de Jong kicked him in the chest during the first half. De Jong somehow got only a yellow card for this, plus a meeting with Jaden Smith about the Karate Kid sequel.

Monday, November 22, 2010

RANT - White Ribbon

This was a tough movie to watch, mainly because of its weight, and the unremitting miserableness of the whole thing.

All events center on a small village in the north of Germany in 1913, just before the outbreak of the Great War.

It starts with a doctor falling from his horse, tripped by a wire strung across a path he rides daily, and goes downhill from there. He doesn't ride downhill daily, the movie goes downh... oh, I give up!

Everyone is pretty horrible to everyone else. There's no love shown to anyone, by anyone. Parents are very strict with their children and, as ritual punishment, tie white ribbons in their hair or around their arms, to remind the kids of the purity and innocence they were lacking.

At some points, it seems the children of the village are possessed - bereft of character or personality, but maybe that's the way it was in early 1900s Europe, and Germany in particular.

Someone scythes down the Baroness's cabbage patch after the harvest festival, because he believed the Baron's mill caused the death of his mother. The incident was treated like an assassination.

Then the Baron's son was tied up and beaten with canes, assailants unknown.

A barn burned down, again, culprit(s) unknown.

The village pastor was the nastiest piece of work imaginable, fond of publicly humiliating the children by calling out their shortcomings in front of their friends and classmates, and leading the ribbon-tying punishment.

The village doctor is cruel to all, belittling his wife and abusing his daughter.

The Baroness tells the Baron why she's leaving him, taking their kids with her. "I don't want the children to grow in this atmosphere of malice, apathy, envy and brutality."

All in all, it's a meandering tale of poor village drudgery, with the residents and their story apparently going nowhere.

All of the things that directors usually do in a film, to make that film interesting, exciting, rewarding, approachable, Michael Haneke studiously avoids. That is unforgivable, Herr Haneke.

Apparently this film is intended to provide some clues as to why Germany descended into fascism, but for me it just explained why there are no famous German comedians.

REVIEW - Frozen

I had such low expectations for this ... 3 students get stranded overnight on a ski lift ... frostbite and wolves ensue ... that perhaps all it could so was turn out better than those expectations.

But it was done pretty darned well, and getting stranded on a ski lift used to be one of my recurring nightmares. Perhaps "nightmare" is the wrong word, seeing as most of these negative thoughts were endured in broad daylight, usually when riding a ski lift on my own.

You might wonder how it's possible to get stranded on a ski lift for more than a few minutes, but the movie showed, albeit fictitiously, just how easy it can happen (especially when one considers the airheads operating most ski-lifts).

Despite my net positives about the film, a few things didn't work ...

First of all, how likely is it that 3 students would be on a ski lift with no cell-phone between them?

Second, I'm no David Attenborough, but I wouldn't expect to see one, let alone a whole pack of wolves, in north-eastern USA (not even as far north as Canada).

The same dipstick mentality that causes people to go off on their own in a horror movie, without turning the lights on, prevails here. The girl falls asleep on the lift with one hand un-gloved and not in her pocket, her ski jacket undone and unzipped at the top, and her ski hood not properly wrapped around her face. Surprise, surprise, she wakes up with frost-bite.

Hey, it sounds like I hated it, but in fact it was a departure from the girl trapped in an elevator / parking garage / attic / basement with a deranged guy banging on the door and cackling.

Now that I've spoiled it with the frostbite 'n wolves revelation, see it. If there's one lesson you'll learn, other than "wrap up warm if you're planning on spending the night on a ski lift", it's "don't spend that night with a screamer".

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

RAVE - Russell Peters at HP Pavilion, San Jose

Having seen this Canadian-born-Indian comedian a couple of times before, it;s interesting to note the development in his act and humor.

When we first saw Peters at a 500-seat theater in the Mission district in San Francisco, the audience was almost totally Indian - i.e. from India, or their sons and daughters born in the USA. Consequently, his material was mostly observations on, and stories about Hindu, Punjabi, Gujarati, and other groups within, or from India. It meant you had to be Indian, or like me, married to someone from an Indian family, to completely and totally "get it".

Now, putting it that way somewhat plays down his effect. His act is scream-out-loud funny, and even with the limited exposure I've had to Mrs. Page's family, I can appreciate the extremes - the slapstick and the subtleties, the family archetypes, the ethnic mannerisms.

Two years ago we saw Peters at another small-ish show, this time at Cobbs Comedy Club here in San Francisco. The audience was a wider selection of "foreigners", not just Indians. Peters showed the same connection with Puerto Ricans, Mexicans, Caribbeans, and Filipinos. He clearly understood their idiosyncrasies, their foibles and their linguistic individualities. And he was still hugely funny.

This past Sunday we saw him again at a 10,000+ seat event, where the audience represented pretty much every nationality on the planet. We know this because Peters works his way along the front few rows, engaging with people to find out where they're from, and using their answers to spark other racial and language merriment. Not only were there all the usual suspects, but also Koreans, Lebanese, Kuwaitis, Irish (yes, you're ethnic too), Iranians / Persians, Syrians AND Assyrians, Trinidadians, and a few white people aside from the Irish and me.

Truth be told, I prefer him focusing on India, because her ladyship laughs loudest at that stuff.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

RANT - The Day After

Not to be confused with the trashy Day After Tomorrow, which is about global warming, this is another oldie but still desperately important movie I've streamed this week.

Made in 1983, when the USA and Russia were still staring at each other through periscopes (i.e. pre-Google Earth), this was a shocking warning about the danger of nuclear war that is still shocking and relevant today.

The movie ends with this portentous statement:

"The catastrophic events you have just witnessed are, in all likelihood, less severe than the destruction that would actually occur in the event of a full nuclear strike against the United States.

It is hoped that the images of this film will inspire the nations of this earth, their peoples and leaders, to find the means to avert the fateful day".

I know this sounds way too serious for this blog, but nearly 30 years later we seem to have learned nothing, and continue to flaunt danger from North Korea, Taliban-infested Pakistan, newly-nuke-packing Iran, and perhaps many others.

I think I'll watch a Disney movie now.

RAVE - The Girl Who Played With Fire

Second in the "Girl who .." series, after Ms Dragon Tattoo, and possibly an even better story and movie.

Unlike Dragon Tattoo, this one's not particularly centered on journalist and only semi-professional investigator Mikael Blomkvist. And unlike Hollywood, it concentrates on the story, not just the 'star'.

The main storyline is simple, focusing on how Lisbeth Sander is implicated in a murder, and she and Blomkvist try to un-implicate her while tracking down the real culprit. That story is peeled back like the layers of an onion, and at a perfect pace.

Strange that old bearded guy was helpless, being spoon fed his dinner, yet later he was up and about, gesticulating with his formerly useless hands.

As I wondered after seeing Girl with a Dragon Tattoo .... how will Daniel Craig work out as Blomkvist in the Hollywood version (currently being filmed, mostly in Sweden) coming up in 2011?

RAVE - Becket

There's not a whole lot of value reviewing a 46 year old movie (that was back when they announced proudly that it was shot in Panavision Technicolor), except that this story is pivotal to most of our lives.

In 1066, the pesky Normans defeated the Saxons at Rorke's Drift, er, no, it was Hastings. 100 years later, the tables were turned and Henry II was back marauding in France.

Henry promoted his closest friend, Thomas Becket, first of all to Chancellor, and then to Archbishop of Canterbury.

The dialog is razor-sharp, crisp and clear and doesn't sound like Medieval European or 60s London. It's easy to follow, and worth following too. 

Americans - even Tea Partyists - would do well to see how the precarious balance between Church and State was maintained by Thomas Becket, even though it eventually led to his murder.

I've said it before, many times and without the debilitating effect of alcohol, my favorite movies are those that tell stories about, and shed light on real history, even if this light was first shed 46 years ago.

Anyhow, see Becket. It's available through Netflix (I streamed it today), and should be in any classic DVD collection.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

RANT - Shadow

Hardly worth a mention, and I'm only doing this to warn off others who may stray too close to this piece of dreck.

With a Rambo-ish plot - soldier on leave from Iraq goes mountain biking in the Italian hills, runs foul of local hunters, and shows them who's boss - the film veers off halfway through when the rivals are caught and tortured by an emaciated Nazi throwback with a mountain lab and the unlikely name of Mortis.

It fails as a thriller, a horror movie, and even a travelogue, seeing as the Italian hills are mostly misty and damp.

First time director is an Italian pop star (Federico Zampaglione), and on this performance he should stick to, er, hold on.  Bad as it is, this is probably better than Italian pop music.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

RAVE - Fair Game

There are a number of things that make this such a riveting film.

First, it covers a subject of huge importance - whether or not the US government lied in order to justify invading Iraq. 

Second - it covers events we all remember vividly, the outing of Valerie Plame as a CIA agent, as a spiteful act by Dick Cheney and Karl Rove's lackeys in retaliation for her husband Joe Wilson's returning from Niger with the truth - that no nuclear materials had been sold to Iraq - rather than the lie the government wanted to perpetrate in order to justify starting a war.

Third, the movie uses real names - no hiding the identity of major players like Scooter Libby, fatty Rove, and many other CIA and government low-lives.

This episode is way more serious, and has been much more destructive, than similar government shenanigans like Watergate and all the other 'gates. 

The recent nature of these events cuts both ways. It means we can relate to them more closely than, say, events like Watergate, but it also means we might need a few more years to see if the full truth comes out and the real culprits are properly punished.

Friday, November 5, 2010

REVIEW - Conviction

If this had been a fictional story, no-one would've believed it.

Covering the years 1980 to 2001, Hilary Swank plays the sister of a guy who is arrested (she believes wrongly) for the brutal murder of a neighbor. 

Sam Rockwell is found guilty and gets a life sentence.  

His sister spends the next 18 years earning her GED, then her bachelor's, a master's in education, and eventually a law degree. 

She did all this while raising two boys alone and working as a waitress part-time. While in law school she began investigating her brother's case.

You know it's got to have a happy ending, but what a grueling time is spent getting there. What could have been an exciting, dramatic Erin Brockovich type of story, ends up being drier than a bag of flour.

REVIEW - 2 Door Cinema Club, at Slims

If I'm doing something that I know I'll review on this blog - whether it's eating at a new restaurant, watching a movie, or attending a show - I often write the review in my head very early on. 

F'rinstance, last night, after their first 3 songs, I was ready to write a glowing review, a RAVE. 

Those first 3 songs, while not exactly a revelation (I'd listened to them on YouTube earlier in the day) showed this band can not only write great songs, but play them with gusto too.

But then the restaurant equivalent of getting the main course and finding it was bland caused me to stop writing that rave review in my head.

Vocalist Alex Trimble, even if he's not in possession of a rock star's name, has a distinct voice. The trouble is, it's not particularly varied or exciting, and the same traits beset the other band members. An interesting sound for 15 minutes, but not worthy of an evening in a sold out sauna. It was unbelievably hot at Slims last night, and crowded.

All night long I was trying to think who it was they sounded like. Early on I thought "Postal Service, with added weight", but I was unhappy with that analogy. When I plugged their name into Pandora, the music genome magic answered my question with "Phoenix".

Coincidentally, the way I first found out about 2 Door Cinema Club was in a British music rag 18 months ago, which predicted 2010's big prospects as MGMT, Phoenix and 2 Door Cinema Club, among others.

A ton of other people must've read the same article, or have equally reliable sources, because not only was Slims packed to the rafters, but everyone knew the words to half their songs.

It was just a shame those songs weren't more diverse.

RANT - Nigerian email scam

Fantastic news! I have an appointment with the US Ambassador to Nigeria!

Apparently, all I have to do is give this jerk $150, and I'll be $3.5 million better off. What a deal!

I don't know if and how these crooks get away with this scam. Surely no-one believes that:

a) a US Ambassador takes the time to pluck someone's name out of a hat and give them millions of dollars

b) that having done that, they'd let that someone know of their windfall in a freaking email

c) and that email would be ALL IN CAPS

Presumably, the type of person likely to fall for this also voted Republican in the recent interim elections.

US AMBASSADOR TO NIGERIA
11 GARIK ROAD ABUJA
ABUJA, NIGERIA
ATTN: BENEFICIARY   
I SHALL BE COMING TO YOUR COUNTRY FOR AN OFFICIAL MEETING ON FRIDAY AND I WILL BE BRINGING YOUR FUNDS OF $3.5M ALONG WITH ME BUT THIS TIME I WILL NOT GO THROUGH CUSTOMS BECAUSE AS AN AMBASSADOR TO NIGERIA, I AM A US GOVERNMENT AGENT AND I HAVE THE VETO POWER TO GO THROUGH CUSTOMS. AS SOON AS I AM THROUGH WITH THE MEETING I SHALL THEN PROCEED TO YOUR ADDRESS. (SEND YOUR CELL PHONE NUMBER AND THE ADDRESS WHERE YOU WANT ME TO BRING THE PACKAGE).
YOU HAVE REALLY PAID SO MUCH IN THIS DELIVERY THAT MAKES ME WONDER. YOU ARE A VERY LUCKY PERSON BECAUSE I SHALL BE BRINGING IT MYSELF AND THERE IS NOTHING ANYONE CAN DO ABOUT IT.
YOUR PACKAGE($3.5M) MUST BE REGISTERED AS AN AMBASSADORIAL PACKAGE FOR ME TO DEFEAT ALL ODDS AND THE COST OF REGISTERING IT IS $150. THE FEE MUST BE PAID IN THE NEXT 50 HOURS VIA WESTERN UNION SO THAT ALL NECESSARY ARRANGEMENT CAN BE MADE BEFORE TIME WILL BE AGAINST US.
SEND THE FEE VIA MONEY GRAM OR WESTERN UNION MONEY TRANSFER WESTERN UNION MONEY TRANSFER PAYMENT INFORMATION STATED BELOW:
RECEIVER'S NAME: Emmanuel Ogo
ADDRESS: DELTA, NIGERIA
TEXT QUESTION: GOD IS
ANSWER: GOOD
AMOUNT:$150
MY FLIGHT IS THURSDAY AND I EXPECT YOU TO COMPLY BEFORE THEN SO THAT THE DELIVERY CAN BE COMPLETED. IF YOU DO NOT COMPLY, THEN IT WILL NOT BE MY FAULT IF YOU DO NOT RECEIVE YOUR PACKAGE
REGARDS
AMBASSADOR TERENCE MCCULLEY