Property always sold fast in Palos Verdes. People liked that the grass had to be kept green and cut attractively. That the walls of each house had to be painted every 3 years, and that the buildings were required to have tiled roofs. The beaches were maintained daily with special machines to clean the sand and thresh, mix and spit it out into crystals of immaculate white powder. The police knew each family by name and by make and model of their car. There were no lights on the football stadium because the locals didn’t want anyone from out of town there after dark, or anywhere in P.V. really. The beaches were not private but they might as well be. The residents didn’t want any outsiders ruining their zillion dollar views either. There were no streetlights, fast food stands or apartment buildings. All outlawed by the city ordinance. A chaos of stars filled the skies of Palos Verdes. But everything else was regulated.
The Tribes of Palos Verdes (2017) dir. Brendan Malloy & Emmett Malloy
“As the voters consider which five actors deserve to hear their names announced with the Golden Globe nominations on December 6, I hope they will remember that only one performer in 2018 transitioned seamlessly from ‘All-American kid whose death will break your heart’ to ‘cape-wearing Antichrist who will literally eat your heart.’ Esteemed members of the Hollywood Foreign Press Association, I give you Cody Fern.” —Kristen Baldwin, For your consideration: 2018’s golden boy Cody Fern, EW.com
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