Commodore Frenchie<p>Watched an excellent <a href="https://dpw.social/tags/film" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>film</span></a> called <a href="https://dpw.social/tags/TheBikeriders" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>TheBikeriders</span></a>, w/ two dreamy/hunky actors each giving their best meta-Marlon <a href="https://dpw.social/tags/Brando" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Brando</span></a> / <a href="https://dpw.social/tags/JamesDean" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>JamesDean</span></a> impersonations. <a href="https://dpw.social/tags/JodieComer" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>JodieComer</span></a> plays the wife in the middle, with an inevitably campy, vaguely untrustworthy <a href="https://dpw.social/tags/Chicago" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Chicago</span></a> accent. <br><a href="https://dpw.social/tags/GangCulture" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>GangCulture</span></a> is such a strange thing to reconcile. It's brotherhood, loyalty, community, it's LOVE... hand in hand w/ violence, drunkenness & self-debasement as a show of authenticity; Renouncing the privilege that comes from being square.</p>