In preparing the soil for planting, you will need several tools. Dynamite would be a beautiful thing to use, but it would have a tendency to get the dirt into the front-hall and track up the stairs.
Somebody sent us these vids as models for how neighbors sometimes don't get along. Maybe a shared cup of tea or a Sunday brunch before church would help? Not likely.
There's some language here. Also some excellent pre-MTV cinema verite filmmaking. But, really, the guy here (the auteur) is pissed as hell and the woman ... it's hard to say what exactly her problem is (other than being odd); she does seem to have issues. But, one way or another, this doesn't seem like a relationship heading toward reconciliation gift-and-egg-nog exchanges by the Christmas tree.
This isn't funny really. We know. It's sad and ugly and trashy. And sh*t, you know what, it is kind of funny. It can be all that, can't it?
If ever there were a model for forced intervention counseling -- forced emigration out of a neighborhood, or the country -- this might be it. Of course, more likely they'll be given their own reality TV show...
[Note -- this vid series is really a "trilogy". But the 2nd is is so full of foul language, we've tagged it last, at the bottom, only for those who really want to "endure" the full experience.]