There is a sub-category of the gang stalking genre that is just mischievous neighbors, harassing other neighbors, and the movie The Good Neighbor from 2016 is almost that, except….
The Good Neighbor: Directed by Kasra Farahani. With James Caan, Logan Miller, Keir Gilchrist, Laura Innes. A pair of mischievous high school kids create the illusion of a haunting on an unsuspecting elderly neighbor while keeping his every reaction under surveillance. A series of coincidences leads to tragedy.https://www.imdb.com/title/tt2262315
The plot is pretty basic, and the writing is fairly entry level college film festival–but the exegesis within the writing itself indicates an author with a clue about what gang stalking is–gang stalking cannot be carried out on an individual by two naughty school kids–it requires backstory, complicity, and local/state/federal assistance.In the very least, gang stalking case have some background, somewhere before the original plot rolls out.
And, women who are willing to do anything for power, of course are central to these narratives–that’s what the DVIC is–“empowerment” of female sociopathy, and the hidden armies of white knights from around the globe who finance the DVIC to do exactly what we see in the movie: prosecute a narrative outside of view of the law, civil liberty or due process–for the sake of the children, of course. All of that is in this one movie.
James Caan–who I had no idea was still alive, much less still quite handsome and every bit the actor– plays the evil old (white) man, a very modern trope that has emerged in the last several decades as diversity initiatives and actual bad old white guys get a well deserved look. Caan looks like a mobster, talks like a mobster, and who for all practical purposes appears menacing, especially to shitty little teen mom raised kids, and others who arrive on the scene to be verbally abused by him–he of course enduring long term stalking by his naeighbor–but let’s not spoil the plot….
His character is accused in the narrative of being a “mean drunk, old man,” who chased his wife away with domestic violence–this, the reason why his “prankster” neighbors, who eerily resemble the young scions of embedded Hollywood and Silicon Valley mafias–think Spielberg, Gates, or Tim Cooks progeny–and they present the properly precocious and even likeable figures for modern audiences raised on tech.
The police pop in and out of the man’s life, BECAUSE of the illegal activity of the kids next door, and the plot revolves around how the old man is a bad guy–and the police at every point becoming more and more involved. Unexplained alarms going off, rumors of a dead body or worse in the old man’s basement, and many more gang stalking tropes appear throughout the film.
My favorite line? This:
“The weirdest thing about this? This guy never calls the cops….after everything that’s happened to the guy, he never seems to fray….”
As Hollywood social engineering schemes go, this film is at every point a thin pitch for tossing out due process of law, and using opinions, vendettas, and gossip to circumvent official processes–and the little protagonists enfants terrible’ even throw praties, where they talk about the guy who is being stalked too, enlisting their friends into the stalking.
Sound familiar? Its pure DVIC narrative, and 100% DVIC vigilantism–not socialist or even social, but rather, raising a generation of unguided sociopaths in “mom’s house.” Its not even fascist, because religion makes zero appearance (thankfully.)
And so, the entire film is a sales pitch for a due process free society, run by “prankster” children raised by single mothers, who commit felony crime after crime after crime in hidden fashion, fueled by a form f sociopathy that has been spreading since the War on Terror andits deliberate “see something say something” snitch society took hold–but apparently, because its for “the public good,” these little harassers envision thmeselves performing a higher calling. Isn’t that what all psychopathic and narcissistic criminals seem to feel they are doing?
“All I’ve ever wanted from this project is the truth….” is a line spoken by the protagonist Etan, as he is confronted with his own deviance, and his friend glimpses his sole, personal vendetta, sucking in others for the sake of his single mothers narrative is quite telling–the plot has some twists and turns that I won’t waste time revealing–but suffice it to say that systemic brutality targeted at men who become victims of the DVIC causes sociopathy to happen, and this proven generation after generation.
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At its heart, it is the story of Oedipus, and the story of Narcissus smiling at his own brilliant ripples, and yet as protagonist is revealed as antagonist, he still justifies his narrative as a morally superior being.
As a new story about this form of community stalking and unlike other rumor and inuendo fueled films from the past, (To Kill a Mckingbird, or Cat on a Hot Tin Roof) it enlightens us about the modern technological aspects used in gang stalking, and it’s predictable results: suicide, incarceration or insanity–and that, because these types of miscreants are fueled by narratives of hidden violence wherein they are never accountable–until, as we see, they are–and get locked up for it.
The hero? Yup–the good cop, in this story a black cop, cast against type, who has done his job, and followed the case to the final gunshot. The good cop, who follows the lies all the way to the truth. That “one guy” who does a real hero’s job, and locks that shitty little technology wizard kid away, with due process of law, solid, legal investigation, and a the finality of a trial, DVIC be damned for what it is, along with its progeny.
And my oh my, is James Caan a handsome old man! That face, a tale, like most old men who have lived through this epoch, as he visits his movie wife in a flashback towards the end of the film! Two beauties, old as hell itself, but vindicated from the DVIC’s prejudicial and undue processes, not least of which is gang stalking fueled by lopsided innaccurate narratives. He was a good guy after all that….
And a black judge stating to the perp “and you were perverse enough to record it….”
Yup–let these flies hang in their own traps–that’s what ROGS Analysis states(read the comments). Hang them with their own deeds.
Rent it, view it, see it. The Good Neighbor is a primer in what gang stalking is. Once inawhile, Hollywood comes through, even if its a college film festival script, but because it reveals a believable gang stalking plot driven by one little shitbag who has drawn others into a bullshit narrative, it hits home.
And–lock those little creeps up–there is no hope for those kinds of little bastards, who are sadly enabled by international finance to do what they do, lacking father figures and other necessary guidance.
…post in progress, check back later