Corncobs with Nostrils

04.09.08

You know the rap. Eve feeds Adam the fig, the pomegranate, the apple, whatever—and all hell breaks loose. Once booted from the Garden of Eden, there’s no turning back. A cherub of death wields his bad-ass flaming sword to make damn sure of that. But it all comes down to that piece of fruit, a metaphorical stand-in for every nourishment to sustain life on this planet.

Ever since our proto-forebears’ Biblical goof, partaking of the God-only-knows-why-he-forbade-it Tree of Knowledge (Good and Evil hybrid varietal), our sad-sack species has confused, contorted and just plain misjudged most everything having to do with stewardship of anything other than our blatant self interests (and even here we’re guilty of monumental boo-boos). Then we developed recombinant DNA. After eons attempting to harness, coax, juice, ride and destroy Mother Nature, we’ve leaped beyond her all together.

In her engrossing, frightening but hope-filled and eminently readable new book, Uncertain Peril: Genetic Engineering and the Future of Seeds (Beacon Press; $24.95), Napa County environmental lawyer, journalist and author Claire Hope Cummings dives head-on into this fundamental question: Can we humans be expected to fully comprehend the consequences of our God-like actions? Of course the answer is no, but degrees of consequence vary, and with the development of modern GMO technologies, these degrees escalate exponentially.

Uncertain Peril addresses the extent to which these changes have already occurred. “Traditional plant breeding always respected the boundaries between species,” Cummings writes. “Genetic engineering not only recombines species and creates new life forms, but it uses novel molecules that nature could never produce.” So might GMO development threaten the world’s food supply or be a harbinger of even scarier stuff coming from the lab? According to Cummings, “Suddenly the long-simmering conflict over how to feed ourselves shifts to the question of whether we will survive at all.”

We’ve long assumed that agriculture first began between the Tigris and Euphrates rivers, spreading throughout the world from there. Recent research indicates that climatic-changing necessity essentially stimulated simultaneous development of agriculture in numerous world locales some 8,000 to 12,000 years ago. This newer evidence suggests a far wider ranging series of independent and yet curiously universal treatments and developments of seeds and seed crops.

Certain “centers of origin” produced foodstuffs uniquely adapted and developed for particular locales. “In Asia,” Cummings writes, “it was rice. In South America, it was potatoes.” Cummings concludes, “In each place there was a unique set of environmental and cultural conditions that gave rise to both the plants we now know as crops and the customs that formed around them.”

Now feast from the biotech garden and taste wordage like “GMOs,” “genetic engineering” and “transgenics.” While biotechnologies can technically include certain “natural processes,” Cummings uses all these terms in “referring to recombinant DNA technology, as it is used to breed new organisms by crossing species boundaries.”

Anyone up for a snoring ear of corn?

Biotech got its start in 1972 when UC biochemist Herbert Boyer and Stanford geneticist Stanley Cohen first realized they could break through biological barriers and, as Cummings writes, “extend the hand of man into the molecular world and assume the power to create new life on earth.” Boyer and Cohen went on to cofound Genentech along with venture capitalist Robert Swanson four years later. Genentech currently employs over 10,000 people, 3,500 of whom work in South San Francisco. Yet Genentech, controlled by the mega-pharmaceutical conglomerate Hoffman-La Roche, is but the tip of the Bay Area’s biotech industrial complex.

According to PricewaterhouseCoopers, venture capital investment in San Francisco’s biopharmaceutical industry topped $3 billion between 1995 and the first six months of 2001. That’s three bil seven years ago. Now consider the immense push for biotech in the seven years since, and what emerges is a modern-day Hydra birthing baby heads with each new capital investment. Granted, not all biopharming involves food crops, or even necessarily plants, but this is just one of multiple biotech apps vying for research funding.

I spoke with Claire Cummings about her new book recently. Conversation sped across the biotech, industrial-ag, organic, biodynamic, factory-farm, biopharm, historic and present-day political worlds concerning the manner in which we feed ourselves. We also zeroed in on regional issues regarding this many-headed food-production topic.

In November of 2005, Sonoma County voters rejected Measure M, the Genetically Engineered Organism Nuisance Abatement Ordinance, by almost 17,000 votes. I asked Cummings about this highly contentious political mudfight. She feels most of the negativity came from “the divisiveness of the campaign from [the bio-ag] industry. People who wanted to ensure the quality of seeds in Sonoma County were not responsible for this divisiveness.”

From a strategic perspective, Cummings notes, “Industry has been so successful at manipulating public opinion that we don’t know the difference between true and false anymore.” Yet even as powerful as the bio-ag business may be, other forces have helped simply by not asking the right questions. “The press,” she insists, “did not do its role [regarding Measure M] in clarifying the differences between private commercial technology and the question of what we need in agriculture, and this keeps coming up with all these new bugs and all these new problems.”

But why would so many Sonoma County family farmers lobby against their own self-interest? Foreign markets, the EU and parts of Asia in particular have flat-out refused to purchase GMO-derived or -tainted products.

“I’ve spent some time in the Midwest,” Cummings says, “there’s this ideal of the heartland. I was really amazed at how firmly conventional farmers feel that they’re participating in a larger system that’s growing food for the world and doing good. And they really, really believe that they’re part of this larger vision of goodness and health and food for the world. Any criticism of what they’re doing is an attack on them.”

Cummings emphasizes that Uncertain Peril is not solely about the genetic engineering of foodstuffs. “I do deconstruct biotechnology, because to me, it’s the best example of what I’m talking about, which is the larger question of the role of technology, particularly commercial technologies, in societies. The overriding single thing we can say about this technology is that we don’t understand how it’s impacting our health and the environment.”

How then are unproven and even demonstrably damaging bio-technologies allowed into the environment in the first place? “Corruption,” Cummings says shortly. “And it’s no longer a quid pro quo. Corruption is having those tentacles so deeply buried that two things happen: nobody sees it, and people just do what they’re expected to do when the time comes. There’s never even a conversation anymore. You can’t follow the interest, because it’s deeply embedded in their psyche, the privatization of everything, including life.”

Plant species go extinct every day. Others crossbreed with GMO plants, thus effectively extinguishing the former strain while a new one emerges, an entirely unadapted artificiality thrust into our natural world.

Meanwhile, in the face of ever more stupefying challenges to planetary life, an organization called the Global Crop Diversity Trust is doing what it can to preserve our plant-food heritage by squirreling away 3 million seed samples from every corner of the world deep inside a nuclear blast-proof doomsday vault 700 miles from the North Pole. But like Claire Hope Cummings, shouldn’t we be asking ourselves why is a doomsday vault even needed?

We’ve come a long way from Eden.


Life Cycle of Junk

04.09.08

Sundance Channel’s new “destination” programming THE GREEN (yes, the channel insists on all caps), kicked off its second season April 1 with 13 new episodes of the series Big Ideas for a Small Planet. These full-length documentaries focus on everything from a maverick builder making homes out of plastic bottles to the Appalachian mountains of southern Virginia, where the above-ground mining of coal is destroying a way of life. The Big Ideas‘ “Wear” doc received the 2007 Environmental Media Award for Best Documentary, and the series overall revolves around various green themes, spotlighting specific innovators and innovations, from the fashion world to the garbage dump.

Because I don’t have television, I will be denied the enjoyment of Tuesday-night showings from THE GREEN. I do, however, write articles about such matters, and so it was with great excitement that I opened my mailbox some weeks ago to discover a sample selection of Sundance DVDs, available for my previewing pleasure. When I discovered that Sonoma County figures prominently in the “Recycle” episode, set to premiere on May 13, at 6pm, I couldn’t have been more pleased.

In honor of the coincidence, I met with local activist Ken Wells, who retired in January as the executive director for the Sonoma County Waste Management Agency. In “Recycle,” Wells gives a tour of the 400-acre disposal site on Mecham Road, which features an electricity-producing landfill, some of the county’s best compost and a place called Recycle Town, where savvy shoppers can find everything from paint and lamps to doors and windows.

Wells is featured with two Florida brothers who make fashion accessories out of recycled materials, and an e-waste program that refurbishes computers and then sells them to the public at affordable rates. Wells tells me he spent two and a half days, roughly 20 hours of filming, for what ends up being five to seven minutes of film, but he isn’t complaining. For Wells, being able to share screen time with Dr. David Suzuki, award-winning scientist and geneticist, is enough to make up for the hard work that goes into making a snappy, TV-ready piece.

Wells and I don’t spend too much time talking about the Sundance Channel, however, or about the making of Big Ideas. I’m more interested in Wells’ ideas about trash, and lucky for me, he’s more than willing to talk about it. Wells believes that we must begin to view solid waste as a resource stream, not something as pejorative as “garbage.” We have to consider how we can reduce, how we can recycle and how we can transform the leftovers into an energy source, which is exactly what Sonoma County’s Mecham facility is all about.

The Mecham “dump” serves as a transfer station for trash. Because all eight Sonoma County landfills are presently closed, garbage is brought in, consolidated, put into bigger trucks and then transferred out of county. The facility accepts household toxics and hosts weekly roundups at different locations. Such amazing compost is created from the food waste thrown into individual green bins that there is a waiting list of people who want to get their hands in the dirt. That which is known as “junk” is collected and redistributed to the public. The landfill itself generates enough electricity to run 7,000 homes, energy that is generated from the methane produced from our rotting garbage.

Diverting 61 percent of Sonoma County’s waste, however, is not enough. Wells believes we must shoot for 100 percent diversion, but for this to be even remotely obtainable, we need what is known as EPR, or “extended producer responsibility.” Extended producer responsibility requires the integration of environmental costs into products and packaging throughout their life cycle. Currently, EPR is in place in Canada, Japan and Europe.

The United States, however, has somehow managed to miss the boat once again. According to Wells, everything manufactured needs to come with EPR, which means that the producers are responsible for the products they are making and putting out into the world. The United States has a history of allowing businesses to get a free ride off of the consumers, and consumers are used to getting cheap stuff.

The time has come to start internalizing the externalities, which is, according to Wells, the key to the environmental movement. Until the consumers and the manufacturers are forced, by law or price, to take on full responsibility for consumption and production, that “Oh well, it’s not my problem” mentality will continue to prevail and destroy our planet. Sundance Channel can keep producing eye-opening films, the landfill can keep making energy and compost, but until we let go of our dependence on production and consumption being cheap and easy, the situation remains grim, very grim indeed.

For a host of information regarding recycling and responsible waste disposal go to www.recyclenow.org. For more information about The GREEN, go to www.sundancechannel.com.


Legacy of Meaning

Letters to the Editor

04.09.08

Not Screwed Yet

Climate change, peak oil and economic collapse are complex and challenging topics. Kudos to Gianna De Persiis Vona for writing about them both accurately and compellingly (). I’d just add that what many see as reasons to despair may also be causes for hope.

Yes, we Americans are by far the biggest contributors to climate change—which means that we Americans can do the most to change direction. Yes, time is short—which means that we cannot ignore our responsibility.

And, yes, the problem is much bigger than changing light bulbs. It requires a powerful political movement, deep structural change in our economy and a shift in our social values—which means that we are the first generation in human history to face the challenge, and the opportunity, of building a truly sustainable global culture.

The danger is huge, but so is the promise. Imagine a society that devotes its resources to democracy, ecological restoration and strong local economies, rather than war, overconsumption and poverty. We can build that society from the ashes of the current failing empire if we start now, act strategically and work together. Future generations are counting on us; we cannot afford the luxury of despair.

Daniel Solnit

Sebastopol

Disseminate the moth myth

Congratulations for running that excellent article by Steve Hahn (“Invasive Procedures,” March 26) on the light brown apple moth. I wish you would disseminate it to other news sources—especially TV. Hahn’s is one of the most comprehensive and (I believe) fair examinations of the horror of aerial spraying of pesticides for period over three years.

Gov. Schwarzenegger and the California Department of Agriculture are actually planning to bomb us from us the air unless every citizen in the North Bay knows about it and voices an opinion on it. Only with more coverage will people in the Bay Area realize this is really going to happen unless we rise up against this stupid, scary, unproven, untested nonplan. Thanks again for your great coverage. Please send it everywhere else. 

Shirley and Len Pullan

Mill Valley

a modern proposal

Jonathan Swift in 1729 suggested in his essay that the Irish might ease their economic troubles by selling children born into poverty as food for rich gentlemen and ladies. The modern phrase “a modest proposal” derives from the work. I read John Sakowicz’s article (Open Mic, “Modest Proposal,” March 26) thinking of it as being more of “a modern proposal.” What is rather compelling is the similarity between the blind wealth-taking of the rich, and the many who are starving with a poverty of information. Ignorance is not bliss. Thank you for supporting this article. As difficult as it is to imagine, it could easily occur. Knowledge is power. Many of us ignorant financial peasants might be rendered powerless if it were not for the wisdom of truth. Good work.

Jane via email

Wyoming

history lesson?

I was almost ready to ignore Mary Moore’s fawning and tiresome adoration of Jeremiah Wright’s vile screechings (Open Mic, “Was Wright Right?” April 2), when a single word of Moore’s caught my eye. I realized that I couldn’t let it pass after all. The lady is surely entitled to her own opinions; she is not entitled to her own facts—especially when they slander somebody else’s good name.

The Israelis did not “uproot” anybody in 1948—although it’s astonishing that they didn’t. Indeed, given the nature and magnitude of the provocation, they would have had a perfect right to, had they elected to do so.

It is a clear, amply documented and undisputed fact that in 1947-1949, five neighboring, sovereign Arab states and armed detachments of three other Arab armies, plus the Palestine Arabs, all piled on in a wolf pack assault designed, as announced, to “massacre” and “annihilate” Palestine’s Jews, as the latter’s independent state was struggling to be born.

Uprooting such a proven enemy of demonstrated treachery would have been a thoroughly understandable response to the attack, which left 1 percent of Israel’s citizenry dead. (One percent of this country’s present population is 3 million.) Yet there was no mass expulsion of the local Arabs by the Jews.

Mary Moore would do well to spend a little time in the public library once in a while. The history section—horror of horrors!—might be a good place to start. As for the good Reverend, the ghost of the elder Hamlet had it right: leave him to heaven.

Michael Zebulon

Cotati


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Southern Heat

04.09.08

When Tennessee Williams’ Streetcar Named Desire opened on Broadway 61 years ago, it marked a major change in American theater. The stunned audiences present as young performers Marlon Brando and Jessica Tandy played the primitive Stanley Kowalski and the delusional Blanche DuBois, realized, by the time the curtain fell, that everything they’d ever seen onstage up to that point had been artificial and shallow in comparison.

Rightly considered to be among the very best American plays ever written, Streetcar, which just opened a three-week run at the Marin Theatre Company, has proven to be a difficult play to stage, in part because of Brando’s indelible, unmatchable performance, and in part because the play is so easy to ruin by overplaying or underplaying the drama. The current production at MTC, under the direction of Jasson Minadakis, manages to avoid the disasters that so often happen with this very tricky play, and occasionally hits peaks of genius, mainly through the solidly sexy-slutty-crazy-classy performance of actress Carrie Paff (top left, above) as Blanche, the unstable Southern belle whose tentative grasp on reality is shaken when she visits her sister, Stella (Arwen Anderson), and Stella’s primal, impulsive husband, Stanley (Daniel May, physically tense and as watchful as a tiger).

In this production, Minadakis turns up the sexual chemistry between the actors, showing a lot more skin than most stagings of the play. As Mitch, Stanley’s mild-mannered poker buddy who develops an infatuation with Blanche, Gabriel Marin is also excellent.

In many ways, the star of this production is the set by Robert Mark Morgan, a wonder of dangling Spanish moss and multileveled rooms and staircases, all backed by swinging strips of muslin through which changing colors—and the occasional vision of a bathing Blanche—can be glimpsed. Minadakis’ visceral feeling for the sensuality of the material is stronger than his grasp of Blanche’s fragile sanity, and the final scenes in which she crosses the line into straightjacketland are less convincing than most of what comes before, despite Stella’s heartbreaking wails as her sister is lost to her forever.

A strong if not earth-shaking production, this Streetcar is recommended for anyone fond enough of the playwriting art to want to catch the show that changed the landscape of American theater.

A Streetcar Named Desire runs Tuesday&–Sunday though April 20. Tuesday and Thursday&–Saturday 8pm; Wednesday at 7:30pm; Sunday at 2pm and 7pm. Also April 19 at 2pm. April 13 at 6pm, LGBT reception. Marin Theatre Company, 397 Miller Ave., Mill Valley. $20&–$50; Tuesday, pay what you can. 415.388.5208.


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04.09.08

What Cost Free Speech?

The Santa Rosa City Council next week considers a proposed $1,500 fee for special events that attract over 3,000 participants, including marches and protest rallies. The current filing fee in Santa Rosa for permits is $75. Critics of the proposal, whose names have been piling up on an online petition, say that a $1,500 post-event fee would strip citizens of the constitutional right to peaceably assemble and would place a cost on free speech.

Pat Fruiht, assistant to the Santa Rosa city manager’s office, which is preparing the report in conjunction with the city attorney, explains that, in the eyes of the city, the amount is “really not a fee, it’s a cost recovery. What would happen is during the march, we would determine if there are over 3,000 people, and if there are, that would be their contribution toward cost recovery of the services we’re providing.” Currently the only marches in Santa Rosa that would be subject to the proposed fee are the Immigrant Rights March, held annually on May 1, and the United Farm Workers’ César Chávez Parade, both of which attracted over 3,000 participants last year.

Ben Saari, who posted a petition online that had been circulated hard copy at a recent ACLU event, calls the fee “totally asinine.” Saari says, “It would make it impossible for people to make their voices publicly heard.” He adds that instead of writing the rule into effect shortly after last year’s parades, the city council hearing falls conspicuously close to this year’s May 1 march, offering a small window of opportunity for the public to oppose the plan. Both Napa and San Rafael currently have no cost-recovery fee in place for large marches.

“We found that larger cities, like L.A., Berkeley and Oakland, either have a nominal cost recovery or no fee at all,” Fruiht says, adding that the city can technically charge the full and complete cost of police services and street closures. The organizers of last year’s marches were informed of and agreed to the $1,500 fee. “I can’t say they’re overly happy, because it’s going to cost them money,” she admits, “but they understand the reasons behind it and felt like it was a reasonable thing to do.”

Not everyone agrees. “People aren’t going to get fooled again by the tactics of last year,” Saari says. The public is invited to attend a hearing on the matter on Tuesday, April 15, at Santa Rosa’s City Council Chambers, 100 Santa Rosa Ave., Ste. 10. 4pm. 707.543.3010. The online petition is at [ http://www.petitiononline.com/srfeesp/petition.html ]www.petitiononline.com/srfeesp/petition.html.


The Infamous Bowl

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04.09.08


In a bit that has become his trademark, comedian Patton Oswalt described KFC’s bestselling Famous Bowl as “a failure pile in a sadness bowl.” Oswalt clearly has an axe to grind with KFC’s culinary delight, as he recently followed up his rant with a hatchet piece for the Onion AV Club in which he declared, “It’s goddamn horrible, this Famous Bowl.”

I’m unclear when we began receiving gastronomical insight from someone whose claim to fame is a role in The King of Queens, a perennial favorite among people stuck at the laundromat. Regardless, Oswalt has correctly done much to erode the Famous Bowl’s standing in the popular imagination.

Yet for those unlike Oswalt, for that rare breed who enjoy a heightened appreciation of comestibles, the Famous Bowl is junk-food nirvana, an incomparable mélange of so many forms of savory goodness that its succulence seems granted from above.

Admittedly, this is a bowl filled to the brim with fried chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy and corn and topped with a layer of cheese. It clocks in at 870 calories and some 40 grams of fat; its sodium count is at the max for a person’s entire day. Needless to say, my doctor would not endorse the Famous Bowl, and my wife certainly does not.

Not unlike the fried meat-and-cheese abominations that morbidly obese middle-aged white men mow down at the Costco food court, the Famous Bowl is a study in the abject cynicism of the fast-food industry, and places KFC’s corporate owners (the coquettishly named Yum! Foods) one rung lower in hell than the gentlemen at R.J. Reynolds. God may not play dice with the universe, but fast-food company executives don’t hesitate to gamble with their customers’ arteries.

Despite all this, like deep-fried Twinkies and Canadian Club whiskey, the Famous Bowl is a transcendent abomination.

When my vegan wife and I met, she was understandably horrified by my enthusiasm for such food. I continued to eat this way for two years, largely unfazed by her entreaties. After dating vegetarians and vegans nearly exclusively while playing in a band with a vegan whose dietary intake was restricted to toast with nutritional yeast and 40s of Mickey’s, being around non-meat-eaters was a more common experience than the contrary. Why should I change?

But in the past year, I have chosen to give up meat due to my general disgust with the practices and politics of the meat industry, and the troubling implications of bioengineering. It’s a personal ethical choice I choose to make. In short, I’m not here to argue these points; I don’t give a shit what you choose to eat, and I don’t begrudge anyone his cheeseburger.

No, this is the point I am here to express: Giving up meat need not be an exercise in self-flagellation, even though many vegetarians and vegans seem to think it does. To wit, here is a sample vegan dinner from Dr. Joel Fuhrman’s veggie bible Eat to Live: salad with lemon and shredded pear; steamed Swiss chard and zucchini; and something called Acorn Squash Supreme.

I say to Dr. Fuhrman: Nay! We shall enjoy our crap food whether we are omnivores, vegetarians, vegans or even detestable freegans/trust-fund-bums.

To this end, in recent months I’ve used the kitchen as a laboratory to turn out some of the most unhealthy vegan culinary delights known to man. And while I haven’t yet found suitable equivalents for some of my favorite foods from my omnivore days (pork ‘n’ beans may be, by definition, un-veganizable), I chose to turn my studies to the creation of a junk hound’s culinary holy grail: a veganized Famous Bowl. With my better vegan half out of town last weekend, I devoted myself to obtaining this quarry. In honor of vegans’ inexplicable fondness for cutesy wordplay, it is of course called the “Infamous Bowl.”

For this process, I had to consider the many sumptuous flavors that the Famous Bowl brings together, and how to replace each. The Original Famous Bowl has mashed potatoes, fried chicken pieces, shredded cheese, indefinable brown gravy and sweet corn. The Infamous Bowl, therefore, must contain mashed potatoes with soy and Earth Balance, faux chicken parts, soy cheese, vegan gravy and actual corn.

This isn’t a recipe per se; generally, I just cook by what feels like the right amount, allowing common sense to prevail. So instead of a traditional recipe, allow me to offer a general guide.

First, cut and boil four small red potatoes for mashing (using liberal amounts of soy milk, salt and butter substitute). While the potatoes are boiling, heat up some premade vegan gravy of choice or whip some up from your favorite recipe (if in doubt, use my personal recipe book, Google, to search “vegan gravy”—you’ll find great options within the first five results). After the gravy’s ready, it’s time to grill your fried chicken substitute; with cut garlic, a dollop of olive oil and same fake chicken and you’re in business. Brown to satisfaction. Next, microwave half a cup of frozen or canned corn, shred some soy cheese, and preparations are done.

Now it’s time to assemble. Scoop the mashed potatoes into a bowl, add the corn and cover lovingly with the faux fried chicken. Ladle a heaping amount of gravy, cover with a generous helping of grated soy cheese, and culinary delight is at hand. Set up a place setting, pick a beverage (I recommend a stout beer or, even better, Pabst Blue Ribbon), and, baby, it’s time to eat!

The verdict? Decent. Full of the starchy substance absent in many herbivore diets, yet certainly missing a certain je ne sais quoi. The mistake I made was going with the cheap Trader Joe’s faux-chicken strips instead of a true fried-chicken substitute such as Chick Patties. Or perhaps it’s the lack of the mysterious chemicals that keep KFC’s gravy gelid and lumpless all day long.

Nonetheless, it was an auspicious first venture into a brave new world of junk-food vegan dining, one on which I entreat both omnivores and herbivores to join me.

Paul M. Davis is an editor at www.isgreaterthan.net.

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Cop / Killer

04.09.08

After the bleat of an alarm clock in the dark, the lights come on, and there’s Sgt. Tom Ludlow (Keanu Reeves), asleep in his clothes. He checks his gun, gets up, gives the mirror a good long look and dry-heaves the previous night’s booze.

And so begins the loftily titled Street Kings, the newest by screenwriter (L.A. Confidential) James Ellroy’s sometimes collaborator David Ayer. It follows up the fraught but interesting thug-opera Harsh Times and the neglected 2002 Ayer-scripted policier Dark Blue, both of which Street Kings resembles.

After his morning puke, Ludlow gets into his fast black car to head downtown for his first stop of the day, an illegal machine gun sale out of the trunk of his car. He ingratiates himself with some thugs in Koreatown by greeting them with “Kon-ichiwa.” (It’s a joke I would have liked better if it went unexplained, but explained it is.)

They beat Ludlow up for this and other insults, and pinch his car; Ludlow tracks his ride to their midtown fortress, retrieves a large gun from the trunk, and ventilates the household. After the occupants are safely dead, Ludlow find a chicken-wire cage in a closet where a pair of kidnapped underage twins have been imprisoned for Internet porn. Good deed done.

Riding up with the rest of the police to congratulate the detective is Ludlow’s bosom friend, protector and boss, Cmdr. Jack Wander (Forest Whitaker). Not everyone is appreciative of Ludlow’s policy of not only shooting first but never asking any questions at all. Ludlow’s former partner Washington (Terry Crews) has had a crisis of conscience and has been snitching to Internal Affairs.

When Ludlow spots Washington at a downtown liquor store, he is about to settle the matter, wrapping his fist up in his belt as impromptu brass knuckles just before a pair of AK-47-wielding thugs waste the place. As Ludlow draws his weapon, he accidentally shoots Washington in the shoulder (though it hardly matters, since Washington takes at least 85 bullets from the others).

But since the whole department, and especially Internal Affairs’ faux-friendly James Biggs (Hugh Laurie), knew Ludlow was furious at Washington, the extra bullet looks bad. Two usual-suspect drug-runners are framed for the killing, but Washington’s corpse has evidence that the cop had been reselling heroin from the LAPD’s evidence stash. Ludlow decides to find out who was really responsible for the hit, with only the help of a young, honest cop Paul “Disco” Diskant (Chris Evans).

Street Kings goes back and forth between the believable and the entertaining. Whitaker’s ambiguity is always a pleasure—which of those two eyes can one trust? Jay Mohr, given a mustache to make him look more insincere, plays a detective who might be in deeper than he seems. Keanu Reeves has been a movie star so long that it’s no longer important whether he can act or not. He’s the perfect blank pre-moral hero, looking like a smudgy photostat of Clint Eastwood.

Ayer tries his best to avoid those scenes with women because they put a break on the action, but he can’t get around it. The rogue cop is tended by a helpful nurse (Martha Higareda), who is so one-dimensional she barely casts a shadow. When Ludlow visits a policeman’s widow (Naomie Harris), she begs him not to take revenge on the killers. “Not in my name,” she says, as if she were protesting the war in Iraq.

The arc of Ludlow’s character is for desolation and destruction, and yet this movie finishes in right-wing pulp, endorsing the notion that the LAPD needs covert lawbreakers for “exigencies.” But it’s not the exigency of crime but the expediency of script-writing that we’re dealing with here.

‘Street Kings’ is ubiquitous come Friday, April 11.


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First Bite

Editor’s note: First Bite is a new concept in restaurant writing. This is not a go-three-times, try-everything-on-the-menu report; rather, this is a quick snapshot of a single experience. We invite you to come along with our writers as they—informed, intelligent eaters like yourselves—have a simple meal at an area restaurant, just like you do.

The summer roll at Citrus & Spice in downtown San Rafael is stuffed with ribbons of roasted duck and fresh, juicy mango brightened by a wand of red bell pepper. The thin rice paper wrapper bulges almost to the size of a small burrito, tucked with chopped iceberg, purple cabbage, carrot, cellophane noodles and cucumber. There’s no expected cilantro, no chopped peanuts and no highly fishy sauce (nam pla ); the dip is instead a thick, sugary-fiery blend that’s friendly enough to eat with a spoon.

The appetizer ($8, lunch; $9, dinner) is nontraditional, but darn, it’s delicious. Cut into four massive sections and propped color-side-up on an electric-orange fan of shaved carrot, it looks like edible pop art.

It’s also a perfect example of what Citrus is trying to achieve since opening last spring in a small, avocado-and-tangerine-painted space that, while chic, would feel sparse if the food itself weren’t so decorative.

Essentially Thai, C&S adds a “California” accent, meaning the occasional addition of fruit (a terrific spicy calamari and grapefruit salad, $8.50 and $10), a few fusion nods (mild Indian chicken curry wrap, $7.50), and hard-to-categorize bites like sweet corn and taro fritters ($6.50 and $7.50).

That also means a light touch with the brilliant herbs and seasonings that are traditionally Thai. Which would be a shortcoming if the kitchen weren’t as meticulous in the seasonings it does use.

Coconut chicken soup ($6.50 and $8) is so lightly sweet it’s floral, bobbing with fat slices of mushroom, lemongrass and a drizzle of hot chile oil. The peanut sauce ladled over satisfyingly chewy slices of beef is subtle, too, velvety and studded with crunchy bits of nut on a bed of spinach and wilted bok choy ($7.50 and $8.50) alongside crisp-blanched broccoli and a heaping scoop of jasmine rice.

For such a small space, the kitchen puts out an ambitious menu, ranging from a complex curry noodle soup bobbing with chicken and pickled mustard cabbage ($8) to ginger-curry baby-back ribs decorated in lemongrass and shrimp paste atop green beans ($14). Not all of it works. I couldn’t get my mind around what a roasted eggplant wrap with red bell pepper, mushroom and garlic-goat-cheese yogurt ($7.50) might be, and indeed, it was pretty much nothing but mushy.

But I ordered the “emerald salmon green curry” ($11) because it sounded so pretty, and I wasn’t disappointed. The fish was expertly meaty and crisp-edged, the sauce balanced lots of fleshy chile heat with lime, sweet roasted peppers and a nest of fried basil leaves, and the whole tasted sparkling fresh.

I don’t often order dessert at a Thai house (enough with the sweet sticky rice and red bean ice cream), yet C&S offers a creative selection. House-made pumpkin spice cake with ice cream ($5) is moist and fragrant, though a banana crêpe ($5) was gummy.

It’s an evocative name for a cafe, Citrus & Spice, and, largely, the experience is just as stirring.

Citrus & Spice, 1444 Fourth St., San Rafael. Open for lunch and dinner Lunch and dinner Monday through Saturday. 415.455.0444.



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