Renfred S. Neukirk Jr., 29, of 75 Pullman Ave., Rochester, was charged Friday, Feb. 6 by Ontario County deputies with fourth-degree grand larceny. He is accused of paying off traffic tickets with credit card numbers stolen from a Victor resident. Neukirk was arraigned in Canandaigua Town Court and sent to Ontario County Jail in lieu of bail.
At what point did he think this was going to work? He's staying in town, right? The other guy checks his credit card bill, doesn't he?
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Crime Beat
Brendon Glenwright, 22, of 147 S. Main St., Fairport, was charged Saturday, Feb. 7 by state police with unlawful possession of marijuana and theft of services. He is accused of having a small amount of marijuana in his car and using someone else’s lift pass to go snowboarding at Bristol Mountain Ski Resort.
Brendon Glenwright, aka SuperCliche!
Brendon Glenwright, aka SuperCliche!
Friday, February 20, 2009
Crime Beat
At 3:03 p.m. Feb. 5, 15 cases of chicken wings valued at a total of $1,200 were reported stolen from an unlocked cooler at a business on the 100 block of Pattonwood Drive.
And this was after the SuperBowl. Maybe this is the same guy that took the Prilosec.
And this was after the SuperBowl. Maybe this is the same guy that took the Prilosec.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Crime Beat
A 28-year-old Rochester man was charged with petit larceny on Jan. 29. Police said the man stole 23 boxes of Prilosec OTC, a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal, sandwich bags and wipes at 11:40 p.m. from the CVS Pharmacy on Monroe Avenue. Officers said they found him fleeing on Torrington Drive.
Y'know, if he hadn't taken the Cinnamon Toast Crunch, he might not have needed the Prilosec...
Y'know, if he hadn't taken the Cinnamon Toast Crunch, he might not have needed the Prilosec...
Saturday, February 7, 2009
In a Lonely Place (1950)
Humphrey Bogart is a Hollywood screenwriter that drinks too much, fights too much and brings women home at all hours of the night. When a hat check girl he brings home winds up being too innocent even for him, he sends her away to a cab stand. When she winds up dead, his only alibi is his new neighbor across the courtyard, a woman he is destined to fall in love with.
This is my second viewing of the film, and it struck me as much more nuanced this time around. The crime in this film is murder, but the search for the killer is not the thrust of the film. Instead, what we are treated to is the tension of watching a potentially violent man being pressured from two sides: Under suspicion for murder, and finally meeting the love of his love, a woman he could never let get away. Screenwriter Andrew Solt teases us with the duality of the character. Early on we get scenes of Bogey deciding not to take advantage of a young girl, and favoring an old, out-of-work drunken actor interspersed with scenes of him slugging a boastful director and being stubbornly uncooperative with police. We are not left to wonder which is the real Bogey, we are told he is both, it's just that the line in between his two sides is very fine.
Bogart is very good as an egotist. Every slight is taken personally, and everyone is under the hand of his wrath if they begin to act beyond what he wants them to. The only one seemingly immune to his wrath is Robert Warwick, who is so drunk he lacks the ability to act. Yet he is a foil for Bogey, the example of the benevolence possible when you are no threat to him, but revered, as Warwick continually heaps poetic praise upon him. There is the agent who sticks with him, subject to his verbal and, ultimately, physical abuse. There is the girlfriend that got out, an actress who told the cops she broke her nose walking into a wall. And there is Gloria Grahame, the new girlfriend, who sees all of this develop and devolves into self-doubt and paranoia.
Although Bogart is not the killer (I don't think I'm spoiling anything here), the film examines just how much responsibility for each other's lives. How much is Bogey responsible for the death (and life) of the hat check girl. And how much are the cops responsible for what ultimately happens to Bogey?
This is my second viewing of the film, and it struck me as much more nuanced this time around. The crime in this film is murder, but the search for the killer is not the thrust of the film. Instead, what we are treated to is the tension of watching a potentially violent man being pressured from two sides: Under suspicion for murder, and finally meeting the love of his love, a woman he could never let get away. Screenwriter Andrew Solt teases us with the duality of the character. Early on we get scenes of Bogey deciding not to take advantage of a young girl, and favoring an old, out-of-work drunken actor interspersed with scenes of him slugging a boastful director and being stubbornly uncooperative with police. We are not left to wonder which is the real Bogey, we are told he is both, it's just that the line in between his two sides is very fine.
Bogart is very good as an egotist. Every slight is taken personally, and everyone is under the hand of his wrath if they begin to act beyond what he wants them to. The only one seemingly immune to his wrath is Robert Warwick, who is so drunk he lacks the ability to act. Yet he is a foil for Bogey, the example of the benevolence possible when you are no threat to him, but revered, as Warwick continually heaps poetic praise upon him. There is the agent who sticks with him, subject to his verbal and, ultimately, physical abuse. There is the girlfriend that got out, an actress who told the cops she broke her nose walking into a wall. And there is Gloria Grahame, the new girlfriend, who sees all of this develop and devolves into self-doubt and paranoia.
Although Bogart is not the killer (I don't think I'm spoiling anything here), the film examines just how much responsibility for each other's lives. How much is Bogey responsible for the death (and life) of the hat check girl. And how much are the cops responsible for what ultimately happens to Bogey?
Friday, February 6, 2009
Crime Beat
A business on White Spruce Boulevard reported that something had been stolen on Jan. 24. It could not be determined what was stolen.
But still, Preeeety sure...
But still, Preeeety sure...
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