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A Dog's Way Home ***1/2
Directed by professional dork Charles Martin Smith (I'll be goddamned if it hasn't all been downhill for him artistically since 1986's heavy metal horror triumph Trick or Treat), A Dog's Way Home is, as its title would indicate, the epic story of a lovable lost pooch, Bella (voiced by actress Bryce Dallas Howard), trying to find her way home to her beloved master, Lucas (Jonah Hauer-King) – although, probably as a concession to brittle sensibilities, he is never referenced in the screenplay as Bella's master, but only as her person. At first glance, this might only appear to be a canine's seemingly harmless adventures through town, country, and rugged Colorado wilderness; but closer inspection reveals this effective children's tearjerker to basically be Globohomo: The Movie.
3.5 out of 5 stars. Ideological Content Analysis indicates that A Dog's Way Home is:
7. Antiwar. Physical and psychological costs of war are embodied by homeless veteran Axel (Edward James Olmos) as well as attendees of a veterans' therapy group that includes Lucas's mother (Ashley Judd), who suffers from depression and finds consolation in Bella's company.
6. Pro-gay. Bella stays for a while with two gays (Motell Foster and Barry Watson), one black and one white, who serve as poster boys for homosexual parenting, the care they provide to Bella and another dog contrasting instructively with the callousness of grumpy heterosexual Mr. Kurch (Chris Bauer). "That man belongs alone," Bella observes.
5. Pro-miscegenation. Lucas enjoys a relationship with more-or-less white-presenting mixed-race woman Olivia (Alexandra Shipp).
4. Woke and anti-white. Mean white guys include the aforementioned Mr. Kurch; unscrupulous, animal-hating landlord Gunter Beckenbauer (Brian Markinson); and nerdy, ineffectual dog catcher Chuck (John Cassini). Olivia and Lucas's mother provide girls with role models as strong, assertive womyn effecting social justice by standing up to insensitive white men – in Olivia's case, by livestreaming a scene of injustice.
3. Multicultural. Bella was raised by a cat and later adopts a young cougar as her traveling companion, demonstrating how characters from different backgrounds can live peacefully with each other and learn to work together.
2. Anti-gun. Bella witnesses hunters killing a cougar, leaving its cub a defenseless orphan.
1.Pro-immigration. A Dog's Way Home arrives just in time for the muh-poor-brown-kids-in-concentration-camp-cages melodrama. A Denver city ordinance makes Bella's breed illegal, so that "a dog can be banned from the city because of how it looks", to which Olivia objects: "That's basically racism for dogs!" It is easy, therefore, to find in the movie's depiction of Animal Control officers stand-ins for totalitarian ICE agents out to net Mexican or Guatemalan kids, lock them up, and make them cry just for the hell of it. Fortunately, Animal Control is unable to enforce local law when Bella finds sanctuary at a veterans' hospital, which, it is argued, constitutes federal jurisdiction. Sheriff Arpaio BTFO happily ever after. Rather revealingly – but no doubt unintentionally – A Dog's Way Home also illustrates what illegals ultimately represent to virtue-signaling white progressives – their cute little pets.
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It Comes at Night ****
A plague has decimated the United States, plunging the population into anarchy and reducing living standards to the bare rudiments. Rather than offering a panoramic view of the cataclysm, however, It Comes at Night opts instead to tell this story on an intimate level, with a minimal cast, and through the interactions of two families trying to survive in a forested wilderness.
Joel Edgerton lives in a remote house with wife Carmen Ejogo and son Kelvin Harrison. The death early on of the mother's father, played by David Pendleton, serves as a reminder of the family's continued vulnerability to the mysterious pestilence even in their isolation and haunts the remainder of the film.
New tensions are introduced when another family, headed by Christopher Abbott, enters their lives. Edgerton never completely trusts Abbott's motivations, and lonely and sensitive Harrison finds himself drawn to Abbott's attractive wife, portrayed by Riley Keough.
Highly effective moments of paranoia reminiscent of John Carpenter's remake of The Thing enhance this morose and often oppressive horror drama, tipping this review in favor of a recommendation. 4 out of 5 stars. Ideological Content Analysis indicates that It Comes at Night is:
3. Anti-gun, with firearms contributing to a tragic denouement instead of successful home defense.
2. Pro-miscegenation, with Edgerton married to a black woman and helping to raise her black son (it is never clear whether Harrison is supposed to be Edgerton's biological or adopted son, but he looks too dark-skinned to be the former). The film includes a dream-turned-nightmare fantasy scene in which Keough grotesquely straddles and smooches the congoid boy before spewing black plague-slime into his face. Perhaps inadvertently, the scene conveys the temptation to miscegenation as well as the sense that there is something wrong and unnatural about it.
1.Borders-ambiguous. Writer-director Trey Shults has said that It Comes at Night is fundamentally about "fear of the unknown"; and one expression of this in the film is instability created by the unexpected presence of an outsider. Viewed microcosmically, It Comes at Night can be interpreted as an allegory about the immigration debate and the popular call for a wall and strong protectionist measures. Christopher Abbott, who plays the stranger, has some Italian ancestry, but could easily read visually as a mestizo. His character enters the lives of Edgerton and his family when he breaks into their home hoping to find supplies – he is, in other words, illegal and undocumented – but is allowed to move into the house with his wife and child after winning Edgerton's trust with successful food-for-water barter. His presence, tolerated on pretexts of mutual economic benefit and universal compassion, also represents a threat to Edgerton's family's domestic security, however; and, just as Mexicans entering the United States have brought with them illnesses such as highly virulent strains of tuberculosis, Abbott and his family carry with them the risk of plague contagion. Perhaps endorsing this reading is Shults's description of the climactic sequence as a "Mexican standoff" and his confession during his commentary on the film that, "I was reading books on genocide and thinking about, like, us as humans, you know, and how long we've been on this planet and that […] ingrained in us is tribe mentality, you know, and, like, basically, these two families are these two tribes." The inability of the two men to maintain a peaceful collaboration is treated as a tragedy, but one that could have been avoided if their paths had never crossed – if, for example, Edgerton's home security precautions had been more thoroughgoing and Abbott had never been able to break into his home in the first place.
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A Cure for Wellness **
"Help! Let me out of this shitty movie!"
I've developed such an iron stomach when it comes to digesting rotten movies that it really says something when it takes me multiple sittings to make it all the way through one, as happens to have been the case with A Cure for Wellness. This plodding Judaic dud concerns a corporate creep (Dane DeHaan) who travels to Switzerland to retrieve an insane executive who is reportedly recuperating in a mysterious clinic. Switzerland essentially being a piece of Germany, the place is naturally being run by crypto-Nazi perverts with all sorts of deep, dark European secrets. Boringly perverted director Gore Verbinski and his collaborators are so determined to give the setting and characters an air of coldness and clinical inhumanity that these qualities, unfortunately, end up attaching themselves to the film itself, making it about as appetizing as a gore popsicle. Even the effort to liven things up with would-be shocks like sadistic dentistry, eels in a toilet, masturbation, and incestuous rape only make the movie more of a yawn-inducer. Even the Blu-ray menu is irritating, with its horror movie cliché of a little girl's monotonous singing. Throw in the fact that this is yet another mean-spirited production of Israeli intelligence asset Arnon Milchan (opening with a shot of skyscrapers, to boot) and A Cure for Wellness goes straight into the biohazard bin.
2 out of 5 stars. Ideological Content Analysis indicates that A Cure for Wellness is:
3. Assimilationist, showing the inspiring ability of blacks and Indians to ape European dress and mannerisms.
2. Judeo-capitalist, casting a financial criminal as the protagonist.
1. Anti-white and pro-miscegenation. Early in the movie, a white woman makes a reference to a "twelve-inch" black penis, suggesting congoid sexual superiority. The pathology of a racially homogeneous community is conveyed by icy-eyed Europeans whose sterile paleness is amplified by their all-white wardrobe. National Socialist notions of racial hygiene are parodied as a form of isolationist inbreeding. The protagonist learns that the clinic occupies the property of a nobleman who determined that the only woman pure enough to bear him a child was his sister. Sad to report, we have now actually plumbed the cultural depth at which audiences are sufficiently debased to tolerate the casual horror of a father (Jason Isaacs) sticking his hand up his daughter's crotch and then sniffing his fingers for the camera. Hitler is never explicitly referenced, but the entire backstory of fiendish medical experiments and fields full of emaciated corpses are intended to evoke the specter of the persecution of the Jews. A Cure for Wellness functions as "Holocaust" revenge porn, with the viewer expected to exult in the sight of a sheltered European girl (Mia Goth) cleaving her father's skull with a shovel and riding into the night on a bike with the evilly grinning New York crook who has rescued her from the Swiss ethno-dystopia.
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Arrival YouTube Review
Transcript here.
Tags aliens, Amy Adams, Arrival, cinema, feminism, feminist, film, film review, globalism, globalist, globalization, illegal aliens, illegal immigration, immigration, Jeremy Renner, Jewry, Jews, movie review, movies, neocon, neoconservatism, neoconservative, pro-immigration, subtext, symbolism, YouTube
Arrival ****
Arrival is a more intimate alien visitation story than most owing to its sensitive lead performance from Amy Adams (Man of Steel's Lois Lane playing another lover of extraterrestrials) as a distinguished linguist drafted by the U.S. government to communicate with the occupants of one of twelve alien spaceships that land around the world. Kill the Messenger's Jeremy Renner appears as the physicist who assists her. Arrival features some highly stressful and fascinating sequences, but loses a little steam as its bankrupt moralism becomes evident.
4 out of 5 stars. Ideological Content Analysis indicates that Arrival is:
5. Green. The extraterrestrials' craft demonstrates that highly sophisticated technology can be developed to travel at high speeds without producing an ecological footprint.
4. Feminist. It is women with brains and feelings, not men with guns, who will win peace for the world, the film suggests. The protagonist's daughter plays at being a sheriff, her mother having empowered her to believe that girls can fill traditionally masculine roles.
3. Neoconservative. Russia and China, not the U.S., threaten global security with their idiosyncratic saber-rattling. Mention is also made of the Amy Adams character having helped the military translate a recording of Farsi-speaking "insurgents", connecting Iran with terrorism in audiences' minds.
2. Pro-immigration. Arrival functions partly as an allegory about western anxieties of demographic displacement. This subtext is made explicit when the viewer is treated to an excerpt of a blowhard conservative talk show host complaining about the alien presence. Lucky for Earth, the undocumented ones come bearing the gift of advanced parapsychological technology.
1. Globalist. Renner's physicist feels – correctly, as it turns out – that the earth's safety depends on his work with Adams rather than anything the military can do. It is sensitive, scholarly anti-racist academics to whom the world must look in order to understand immigrants' needs and desires and the ways in which all beings' interests are intertwined. The appropriately octopus-like Heptapods – reminiscent of the Twelve Tribes of Israel – visit the planet in twelve massive ships in order to gift humanity with their nonlinear, brain-reconfiguring language, a sort of intergalactic Esperanto through which a one-world order will be brought about. Something vague is said about how the Heptapods will collect on the debt in 3,000 years, at which point something akin to a horrible plague will develop. Screenwriter Eric Heisserer thereby seems to acknowledge that the "gift" of globalism will ultimately result in decay and death of the host, but seems to expect the viewer to feel that the joy of experiencing nation-erasing Jew World Order parasitism will somehow be worth the price.
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9/11, Crowd Control, and the Concert for New York City
October 7, 2016 //
The Woodstock and Altamont concerts of 1969 are widely and rightly regarded as epochally emblematic events and both have been the subject of studies into the sociological, occult, and even the possible mind control significance of each of these programmed mass experiences. The Concert for New York City staged at Madison Square Garden on October 20, 2001, has received much less scrutiny but is no less worthy of investigation on similar grounds. It is interesting to note that, with the inclusion of Mick Jagger, Keith Richards and the Who, the lineup at Madison Square Garden would feature personnel from each of the previous countercultural extravaganzas, inviting comparison between the events. In the case of the Concert for New York City, however, the rock icons who had previously heralded the arrival of an ostensibly freer and more open society valuing peace and love would instead lend whatever remained of their revolutionary prestige to the entrenchment of an authoritarian establishment determined to intensify the drive for war and Zio-corporatist global domination.
The program was orchestrated by the Robin Hood Foundation – ostensibly as a fundraiser for the families of the heroic firefighters and law enforcement officers who had suffered tremendous losses during the rescue efforts in Manhattan on September 11th. Celebrities in attendance begged the viewers at home to donate. Susan Sarandon, making what she characterized as the "money pitch", assured the audience of the benevolent intentions of the organizers: "Let's give it up for the Robin Hood Foundation, I can personally vouch for them." What is the Robin Hood Foundation? Lynn Parramore characterizes the initiative as "Robin Hood in Reverse":
America's parasitical oligarchs are masters of public relations. One of their favorite tactics is to masquerade as defenders of the common folk while neatly arranging things behind the scenes so that they can continue to plunder unimpeded. Perhaps nowhere is this sleight of hand displayed so artfully as it is at a particular high-profile charity with the nerve to bill itself as itself as "New York's largest poverty-fighting organization." […]
The Robin Hood Foundation, named for that green-jerkined hero of redistribution who stole from the rich to give to the poor, is run, ironically, by some of the most rapacious capitalists the country has ever produced – men who make robber barons of previous generations look like small-time crooks. Founded by hedge fund mogul Paul Tudor Jones, the foundation boasts 19 billionaires on its leadership boards and committees, the likes of which include this sample of American plutocracy […]
By occupation (the more useless and parasitical the better), it comes as no surprise that 12 of the 19 men in leadership positions at the Robin Hood Foundation happen to be hedge fund managers. […]
The mission statement of the Robin Hood Foundation brays about all the funding it provides for school programs, generating "meaningful results for families in New York's poorest neighborhoods." Soup kitchens! Homeless shelters! Job training! The tuxedoed tycoons throw money at all these causes "to give New York's neediest citizens the tools they need to build better lives."
How far does this largesse actually go toward ameliorating New York's poverty problem? Unsurprisingly, not very far at all. In fact, as Hedge Clippers points out, the poverty rate in the city has grown over the course of the Robin Hood Foundation's history, from 20 percent in 1990 to 21.2 percent in 2012.
Guess what's also grown? The bank accounts of 19 billionaires on the Robin Hood Foundation's boards, which have ballooned 93 percent since 2008.
A look at Robin Hood's directors reveals such worthies as Laurence Fink, CEO of BlackRock, pioneer of toxic mortgage-backed securities trading, and member of the Council on Foreign Relations. Also sponsoring the Concert for New York City was Bear, Stearns, Inc., which, according to a study by investigators Mathewson and Nol, was one of the companies engaged in suspicious trading activity during the days leading up to the destruction of the World Trade Center. There "investors traded 3,979 contracts from Sept. 6 to Sept. 10 on September options that profit if shares fall below $50. The previous average volume for those options was 22 contracts" according to Mathewson and Nol. Clearly, these were people gravely concerned about the welfare of the city's firefighters and police.
The program opens with David Bowie performing the Simon and Garfunkel song "America" to a montage of historic images of Manhattan and newly arrived immigrants. Bowie, not himself an American – and who, just a few years previously, had declared "I'm Afraid of Americans" – would seem at first glance a peculiar choice to perform this particular number and to open the show. However, even this, as with much of the evening's symbolism, was very deliberate in design. Bowie would be but the first of several British performers to take the stage, reinforcing the coupled commitment of the United Kingdom and the United States in pursuing the newly minted "War on Terror" agenda. Curiously, "America" contains a bizarre and seemingly comical reference to espionage and deceptive appearances. "She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy. I said, be careful, his bowtie is really a camera."
Odd, too, is the fact that the montage of shots of New York City skyscrapers includes a clear image of the old International Telephone and Telegraph building on Park Avenue. This is an unexpected choice for inclusion considering that the company is most notorious for its instigation of a CIA-managed coup to install Augusto Pinochet as dictator in Chile on September 11, 1973. Bowie, backed by Paul Shaffer and the CBS Orchestra from the Late Show with David Letterman, next performs "Heroes" – a song with an arguable 9/11 resonance owing to its inclusion in 1998's Godzilla, a film depicting apocalyptic havoc in New York City and featuring the Twin Towers prominently. "We can beat them forever and ever," Bowie vows, stirring the men in the audience to warlike enthusiasm.
Next the comedian Billy Crystal – not to be confused with decidedly unfunny PNAC signatory Bill Kristol – takes the stage to make some goofy jokes about the then-current anthrax scare. "You know who I'm worried about?" Crystal begins. "My relatives. I mean, my relatives are Jews, they smell everything that looks suspicious." Crystal perpetuates the theme of paranoia and introduces the evening's concern with the fate of the Jews. He continues, bringing out the concert's symbolic involvement with the uniform-oriented regimentation of spectator sports:
Somebody said that this is bigger than Woodstock […] and music brings everybody together. And it's all about togetherness tonight. We're here tonight, we are alive in New York, the Yankees are kickin' ass, the Knicks will kick ass. Alright, we've been hit, we've been a little down, but we are not out, we are still the greatest city in the world […] and we're a better New York. We're a better New York […] and we're a compassionate nation. We're a compassionate nation. While we're at war. We're at war but we're also dropping food on Afghanistan. […] Now tonight is important, just to have fun and get away from the news for a while, it's okay. I can't watch the shows anymore with the ticker tape going at the bottom of the set, it's driving me crazy. My neck hurts. […] Get away from the news. And you hear the same things over and over again. […] It's not the good old days when the only guy we hated was John Rocker. This is a different thing. Now we can have fun. We can make fun of the Taliban. And when they're together, don't they look like ZZ Top? But let me ask you something. We have learned something in all of this mess. We have to be kind to people who are different than us, who look different, who talk strange, who have different beliefs. I'm talking 'bout people from Jersey. We should learn and whether we are Christians or Jews, or a Muslim, we all have to agree on one thing. We can never, ever again let Mariah Carey make a movie. Please.
Crystal makes clear that Muslim terrorists are not the only enemy America faces. The Concert for New York City is also haunted by the specter of the angry white bigot – the old American type personified by Atlanta Braves relief pitcher John Rocker, who in 1999 had said of New York,
It's the most hectic, nerve-racking city. Imagine having to take the 7 Train to the ballpark looking like you're riding through Beirut next to some kid with purple hair, next to some queer with AIDS, right next to some dude who just got out of jail for the fourth time, right next to some 20-year-old mom with four kids. It's depressing. […] The biggest thing I don't like about New York are the foreigners. You can walk an entire block in Times Square and not hear anybody speaking English. Asians and Koreans and Vietnamese and Indians and Russians and Spanish people and everything up there. How the hell did they get in this country?
The War on Terror, while rallying westerners to slaughter the inhabitants of distant and easily misrepresented foreign countries, would also pressure Americans and Europeans to find within themselves the capacity to accept an increasingly alien presence in their midst. As Crystal suggests, the 9/11 attacks have metamorphosed the citizens into "a better New York" and "a compassionate nation" that is also "dropping food on Afghanistan". The obedient open-mindedness demanded of the audience extends beyond the mere acceptance of immigrants from foreign cultures. They must also accept the sexual other, as represented on the concert program by David Bowie, Melissa Etheridge, Elton John, Rudy Giuliani, and Hillary Clinton. The pedophile demographic is also represented, with Bill Clinton, Donald Trump, and Pete Townshend in attendance, and Allan Konigsberg, known to the world as Woody Allen, contributing a short film to the show.
"These colors don't run" reads an American flag sign hoisted among the audience. Senate Majority Leader Tom Daschle, whose office received one of the anthrax letters five days before the concert, reinforced the bellicose mood of the night, declaring that "America will never be defeated!"
A firefighter then introduces Bon Jovi, with the Jersey boys performing a somber rendition of "Livin' on a Prayer" – significantly, a song about economic hardship made bearable by a faith in the irrational. The theme of a necessary sacrifice would be repeated in the calls for viewers to donate money and in Jim Carrey's assertion that "freedom comes at a terrible price." Bon Jovi next performs "Wanted Dead or Alive", which, in the context of the Concert for New York City, is cleverly metamorphosed into a song about war and the bravery of soldiers, cowboys on steel horses, riding off to fight in "another place where the faces are so cold." If the lyrics are honest about one thing, it is that they "might not make it back." Ironically, Bon Jovi's drummer beats on a set adorned with images of the American flag and the Statue of Liberty, the effect being that Lady Liberty takes a pummeling throughout the patriotic performance.
Jay-Z grabs the mic to deliver the drug-slinging anthem "Izzo (H.O.V.A.)", its title a reference to the Israelite god Jehovah. This selection might seem out of keeping with the evening's festivities if not for the fact that U.S. forces were then in the process of seizing Afghanistan for the reclamation of its poppy fields. The Goo Goo Dolls next invade the stage to rock a cover of Tom Petty's "American Girl", with frontman John Rzeznik parading around in camo pants to show his solidarity with the mission of "Operation Enduring Freedom".
Leonardo DiCaprio and Robert DeNiro then introduce Martin Scorsese's short film "The Neighborhood", which concerns itself with the demographic changes reconfiguring the director's old stomping grounds on Elizabeth Street in Little Italy. "Today, on the surface," Scorsese begins, "it seems obvious that the neighborhood's changed. I mean, it's Asian-American. It may be Chinese now. But it's not that simple." He visits a Mr. De Palo, the proprietor of a cheese shop, who gives the audience a lesson in diversity and social change:
People today say "This is not Little Italy anymore." And I tell them "You're wrong. You're wrong. The spirit of Little Italy, the immigrants that came here […] and you look down the street and you see this whole group of people." I said "That's the same exact thing as my grandparents and great-grandparents. This neighborhood hasn't changed."
"Wow, look at that cheese, eh?" Scorsese enthuses before treating the audience to a historical lecture that utilizes the themes established by Billy Crystal's deprecating remark about John Rocker earlier during the show.
There were groups of bigots called Know-Nothings. They didn't want the Irish in America at all. This was back in 1844. They gathered together to march down Prince Street from the Bowery to burn and destroy St. Patrick's, but when they got to the corner, they saw that the place was defended not just by Irish men, but by Irish women and by Irish children, too. […] And that was the beginning of the end. The change. The change over acceptance about what America's supposed to be. Letting in the immigrants, letting in other cultures, other religions, other races, and everybody living together – in freedom […] I had this thing that happened to me […] by 1979 I […] developed dyslexia. Invariably, I want to say "right" but "left" comes out. I want to say "left" but "right" comes out. And, uh, when I think of New York I want to say "New York" but "America" comes out. And that's real. That's true.
This will never be the country of the ignorant Know-Nothings again, Scorsese suggests, so nativists are advised instead to learn to love and live with the multicultural gaggle of schoolchildren who traipse across the screen during his diatribe. After all, just like the Italians, they will acculturate and eventually be transformed into real and fully assimilated Americans.
Billy Joel shows up to perform "New York State of Mind" and "Miami 2017" – an upbeat tune that, oddly enough, seems to revel in imagery of New York City's destruction.
Will Ferrell next appears in the role of "W" in a comedy segment celebrating the popular myth of the cowboy adventurer Bush administration and trivializing the horror of the invasion of Afghanistan by turning it into a stupid cartoon:
I wanted to give y'all an update on the current proceedings. Let me take a second to give you my own little Behind the Music on the Artist formerly known as the Taliban. Earlier today I met with the U.S. Senate in their chambers. And then I met with the House of Representatives in their new offices, which are in the basement of an abandoned Sam Goody's in eastern Maryland. We discussed our plan […] to bomb the Taliban into the Stone Age. The problem is […] they don't seem to notice the difference. So we had to come up with a new plan. And right now we are focusing our attacks on all the major cities under the Taliban, or as I call them, the Evil Doers. We've just started attacking Mazar-i-Sharif. And you know what? Sharif don't like it. Rock the casbah, rock the casbah. You know, Sharif don't like it. Now, as many of you know, we've had to change the name of our military campaign several times […] but I've talked to some of the people here tonight and they've given me some new ideas. Paul McCartney said, "Why don't we call it Taliband on the Run?" I thought that was good. Destiny's Child suggested "Operation Bootylicious". Macy Gray, she said somethin' to me, but I couldn't understand a word she was sayin'. […] Well, whatever we call it, the mission is clear. The Evil Doers are in their caves. And we're gonna smoke 'em out of their caves. And then we're gonna smoke 'em back into their caves just for the heck of it. And then out of their caves and then back in. And why are we gonna do this? I can do anything I want, my approval rating is like 106% right now. And since I can do whatever I want, I'm gonna sing a song tonight.
"W" then launches into a rendition of "Stairway to Heaven" only to be interrupted before he can get to the telling line "The piper's calling you to join him."
Chris Kattan introduces Destiny's Child, who treat the crowd to a song titled "Emotion" ("emotions takin' me over") followed by a gospel medley to shut down rational thought and give God's sanction to the new age of international interventionism. An apparently inebriated Harrison Ford thanks the Robin Hood Foundation and Bear, Stearns for their generosity, after which the audience is further distracted with a feel-good "Lovely Day" video with smiling babies, interracial couples, and dogs.
Eric Clapton and Buddy Guy, continuing with the transatlantic theme, collaborate on "I'm Your Hoochie Coochie Man" with backing from Paul Shaffer's CBS Orchestra.
James Lipton from Inside the Actor's Studio provides a distinguished introduction for Adam Sandler, reprising the role of his Saturday Night Live character Operaman in order to honor the fallen firefighters and other heroes with novelty songs about consumerism, homosexuality, and Jewish erections. "I got a bone-ah! A Jewish circumcised bone-ah! Can't get rid of this bone-ah! Operaman wish he was alone-ah!" Generous as his performance has already been, the virtuoso cannot bring himself to leave the stage without first directing the audience's thoughts to excretions and bestiality:
He no let women read. He no let women vote-ah!
That's why the only love he gets is from a mountain goat-ah!
He want to spread disease-oh in our mailbox.
For he himself suffers from a case of smallcox!
Osama kiss my ass! Osama bite my dink!
Osama go to hell! Osama get a shrink!
Osama says he's tough, Osama says he's brave.
Then tell me why Osama is shitting in a cave!
The Backstreet Boys, tasked with the difficult chore of following Sandler's triumph, sing "Quit Playing Games (With My Heart)" – again, an ironic selection in consideration of what the concert has been designed to do. David Spade and Melissa Etheridge put in appearances, after which Halle Berry makes another "money pitch" and introduces a Spike Lee tribute to the New York Yankees. Visible over a doorway in the film is a quote from General MacArthur: "There is no substitute for victory." This conveniently frames the necessity of the "War on Terror" through the collective memory of the "good war" America fought against fascism. MacArthur, of course, commanded American forces in the Pacific theater opened after Japan's attack on Pearl Harbor in Hawaii. The "War on Terror" had similarly been launched by a "New Pearl Harbor" event as predicted in PNAC's "Rebuilding America's Defenses" document. Paul McCartney would also draw a parallel between the Second World War and the "War on Terror" by mentioning that his father served as a firefighter during the Blitz.
John Cusack introduces the Who, who storm through "Who Are You" with a Union Jack projected onto a screen above the stage. An American flag replaces it during "Baba O'Reilly" with its assessment of a generation "all wasted". "Behind Blue Eyes" cranks up the anger with its "vengeance" that is "never free". American flags symbolically flank a Union Jack for the final song of the set, which, in the Concert for New York City's greatest irony, is "Won't Get Fooled Again". Images of the Twin Towers appear on the screen to remind the audience why the war drums have been beating all night.
Governor George Pataki puts in his two cents with some "God bless America!" tripe, after which Cusack introduces Konigsberg's short "Sounds from a Town I Love", which spies on neurotic New Yorkers as they kvetch into their cell phones post-9/11. Two of the overheard conversations warrant special attention. "This is the greatest city in the world," one man says. "Where else can you be paranoid and right so often?" The New Yorker's paranoia takes on particular meaning in consideration of another character's restaurant review: "Hey, we went to Balthazar last night. Oh, it's fantastic. At the table next to ours was Julia Roberts, Brad Pitt, Marlon Brando, Tiger Woods, Tony Blair, the president, and Osama bin Laden. I am telling you, that is the in place to be." The idea that George W. Bush and Osama bin Laden might be having a business lunch together is only intended to be a joke, because only Allan Konigsberg could imagine something so silly happening – right?
The home viewer's attention is more than once redirected to a Bud Light banner as well as to a bimbo in the audience showing off her ample cleavage, keeping the people's collective consciousness squarely planted between their legs, which is where it stays as Mick Jagger and Keith Richards take the stage. The pair sings "Salt of the Earth" as an excuse to get in "a prayer for the common foot soldier", after which Mick hoots his way through "Miss You". Matters only get grubbier from there, with Howard Stern trotting out and showing the crowd his buttocks.
Hillary Clinton put in a brief appearance behind the microphone and was reportedly booed, but this audience reaction was allegedly edited out of the concert as presented on DVD. Bill, after referencing the Oklahoma City bombing, bubbas his way through a creepy speech in which he says, "We hope we can make your children our children. We hope your future will be ours." He then finishes with a statement reinforcing the multicultural theme established by Billy Crystal and Martin Scorsese: "Just one last thing I want 'em [i.e., al Qaeda] to know: in America, you can have any religion you want, you can be from any race or background […] you can do anything you want [i.e., what thou wilt] and still be part of our crowd, if you recognize that our common humanity is more important than all of our interesting differences. That's the big difference between us and them," he declares. To fight against terrorism, then, and to be a true American patriot, is to view the racists and the religious bigots as enemies of the state.
James Taylor sings "Fire and Rain" and "Up on the Roof", followed by Michael J. Fox – another interesting piece of booking for the program – introducing a firefighter who angrily brays: "Osama bin Laden, you can kiss my royal Irish ass!"
Rudy Giuliani puts in a good word for New York tourism, after which Jimmy Fallon gives vent to his poor taste by singing a comic rendition of "(I Just) Died in Your Arms" to a room full of people whose loved ones had, in fact, just died. Jon Bon Jovi introduces a foul-mouthed Kevin Smith short, followed by John Mellencamp doing "Peaceful World" and "Pink Houses". Hilary Swank brings out Vladimir Ondrasik, whose stage name, "Five for Fighting", slyly reinforces the hawk objective.
Natalie Hershlag next pops out to sell the alliance with Israel with sex appeal. "Hi, everybody, I'm Natalie Portman. I was born in Jerusalem, but I am now a proud resident of New York and I want to wish peace to everyone who is a human being [i.e., Jews] everywhere." Hershlag smooches a fireman and teases the crowd, "I would kiss all of you if I could. Thank you!" Yes, thank you, goyim. Thank you for fighting Israel's wars. Israel had nothing to do with 9/11, by the way. Check me out, you goyim. I'm totally hot!
Richard Gere, the only performer who seems to want, however timidly and ineffectively, to oppose the rampant warmongering spirit of the night, receives a negative reaction to his embarrassed message of peace:
This is the moment when we need to be healed and when music showed us the way. Music does what it does best, it helps us to heal. And I think in the situation right now, when we have the possibility of taking this energy, this horrendous energy that we're all feeling – and the possibility of turning it into more violence and revenge – we can stop that. We can take that energy and turn it into something else. We can turn it into compassion, to love, into understanding. That's apparently unpopular right now, but that's alright.
An excerpt from a Ric Burns documentary has journalist Ray Suarez spouting more multiculturalist rubbish and hammering into Americans' heads how brown they have to become and how Jews are eternal victims:
I would submit at the beginning of the twenty-first century that New York is one of those places that you can use to understand the entire American experience, from a string of Indian villages out on the tip of the eastern seaboard to a place where blacks and Dutch and Jewish refugees and people from the four corners of the earth came in – to the America factory […]
Salma Hayek calls out Jim Carrey to do a clown routine before he composes himself and gets serious. "It is the end of a selfish and cynical age," he proclaims, reinforcing the notion that a new nation has come into being. The heroes of 9/11, he says, "have reminded us who we really are."
Finally, to bring the Concert for New York City to a close, the oligarchs trot out their ultimate showstopper, decrepit old beetle [sic] Paul McCartney, who, trashing his stature as the author of "All You Need Is Love", reveals himself to be a prostitute of the military-industrial complex by unveiling what is positively the stupidest song of the long and depressing decrescendo of his career – and all for the benefit of some parasitic bankers and Zionists. "I tell you what," the cute beetle announces after playing "I'm Down" and "Yesterday". "We wrote a new song, um, the day after the attack, and it's about freedom. That's one thing these people don't understand," he challenges, raising his fist in a martial gesture. "It's worth fighting for." McCartney finally launches into the idiotic "Freedom", instructing audience members to stomp their feet and clap their hands for percussive entrainment similar in its effect to that heard on John Lennon's record "Give Peace a Chance". "I will fight for the right to live in freedom," the song states repeatedly, zombifying the listener.
After the rest of the stars on the program join McCartney for "Let It Be" – another signal to viewers' brains to shut down logical thought processes and take refuge in the vague and pastel – McCartney again insists on subjecting the audience to another run-through of "Freedom", this time with all of the other stars taking part and thereby endorsing its insipid neoconservative messaging. "I want to see everyone joining in this time," McCartney commands, intending that those who sing along will become complicit in the sanction of war and have an emotional investment in the project. Amusingly, McCartney wears a firefighter's T-shirt that says "Chinatown Dragon Fighters" – as apt a label as any for a charlatan energizing a nation to wage a war against a foe that only exists in a culture's imagination.
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Reclaim ****
Two rich white liberals pay $100,000 (!) for the dubious privilege of adopting a Haitian refugee girl (Briana Roy) on the black market – only to have her cruelly stolen from them by John Cusack! – in 2014's Reclaim, which actually develops into a pretty decent thriller if viewers can overlook the epically poor taste of its protagonists, played by Ryan Phillippe and Rachelle Lefevre. Jacki Weaver, whom cinema slummers might remember as Lee Harvey Oswald's mother in the dully dishonest Parkland (2013), plays another psycho bitch in this film as the ringmistress of the fraudulent adoption agency. Cusack capably extends his range as the scariest of the villains, playing a killer with altogether different mannerisms and background than the man he portrays in The Frozen Ground (2013). Some grimy Puerto Rican location shooting contributes production value, as well.
4 out of 5 stars. Ideological Content Analysis indicates that Reclaim is:
5. Anti-war. Cusack is a mercenary and an Iraq war veteran whose nihilism, transposed from overseas war zones, draws attention to the unsavoriness of doing business with opaque entities like Blackwater.
4. Teetotaler. Phillippe's drinking once led to a personal tragedy, so both he and the missus avoid the booze.
3. Pro-miscegenation. Cusack consorts with an icy Asiatic sphinx (Veronica Faye Foo), expressing a preference for Puerto Rican Chinese girls.
2. Anti-gun. A scare comes at the end of the movie when the precious little refugee girl picks up a gun and points it at her adoptive parents. Rather than cautioning Caucasians as to the perils of parenting congoids, however, this scene is intended to vilify the pistol, associating it with the dangers posed to children by private gun ownership.
1. Pro-immigration. Reclaim was made for two reasons, neither of which is the film's stated purpose of raising awareness about the human trafficking crime wave. The first, of course, is to make some shekels. The only other reason this movie was made is to get whites accustomed to the idea of leaving their civilization in the hands of a posterity that bears zero resemblance to them. Heaven forbid that Europeans procreate! Stupid viewers are invited to find inspiration in the idea of the good-hearted Americans swooping in to rescue the precious pickaninny from Third World squalor and whisk her off to Chicago, where she will no doubt enrich the neighborhood and grow up to energize the local economy. The selection of a French-speaking Haitian girl is deliberate, bestowing upon the character a deceptive veneer of Europeanness and class to convince the audience that blacks and other genetic undesirables can become whites through environmental osmosis.
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As Above, So Below ****
Perdita Weeks appears as a female Indiana Jones, an obsessive scholar and archaeologist of the history of alchemy in As Above, So Below. Convinced she has learned the whereabouts of the legendary Philosopher's Stone, she convinces academic colleague Ben Feldman to accompany her into the labyrinth of catacombs beneath Paris. Unfortunately, as they descend, they find that the tunnels they take are mysteriously closing behind them, compelling the expedition into ever deeper recesses of this subterranean world. Even worse, they are not alone. Directed by John Erick Dowdle, who co-scripted with brother Drew Dowdle, As Above, So Below is a first-person footage film in the long line of Blair Witch imitators and is fine by the standards of that genre; but the tale tends to lose its mystique to the degree that the Dowdles insist on depicting their rather mundane vision of Hell onscreen.
4 out of 5 stars. Ideological Content Analysis indicates that As Above, So Below is:
Pro-miscegenation. Weeks and Feldman, the film suggests, are perfect for each other.
Relativist. "As I believe the world to be, so it is."
Feminist. Weeks is intrepid and unafraid to the point obsessive insanity. Hinting at the Jewishness of the feminist plague, her character is revealed to be an expert in the Israeli "self-defense" techniques of Krav Maga.
Pro-immigration. Non-white Parisians are depicted as fully assimilated citizens. If anything, it is Africans who are at risk of attack from strange Frenchwomen.
Neoconservative. As Above, So Below is full of Judaic resonances that are never articulated. The film reinforces the engineered impression that Jews and Middle Eastern mythology hold mysterious keys to understanding the universe. Weeks ostensibly makes the decision to bring Feldman along because he knows the ancient Jewish language Aramaic. The remains of six million corpses, the viewer learns, reside in the catacombs, with the number six million triggering audiences' associations with the "Holocaust" and the history of alleged Christian persecution of Jews. The characters' subsequent descent into Hell, then, may be understood in this context. The film's title finds a visual expression in a variation on the Magen David that appears on a wall next to a door on the path to the underworld. The underground realm in which the characters move is revealed to be physically inverted, so that those determined to attach an allegorical meaning to the journey might consider the possibility that, in order to atone and to come to grips with their criminal history of "anti-Semitism", the goyim must endure the ordeal of having their world turned upside down. Gratuitously endorsing the neocons' Jewish foreign policy, Feldman berates Weeks as "a crazy lunatic" for traveling to Iran.
"As I believe the world to be, so it is."
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Two Days, One Night ***1/2
Deux Jours, Une Nuit is a dreary and mundane French "art" film directed by Belgium's Dardenne brothers. Marion Cotillard, whom American audiences may remember as the femme fatale Miranda in The Dark Knight Rises, stars as Sandra, a working mother whose poor psychological health has kept her at home and away from her job for some time. In her absence, her boss has given her coworkers an offer they find hard to refuse: either take Sandra back at their present wage rate, or agree to terminate her in exchange for a raise for everyone else. Due to irregularities in the circumstances of their initial decision, which has (unsurprisingly) gone against her, the workers are to be given a chance to hold a second vote. Sandra now has one weekend – the two days and one night of the title – to locate and approach each of her coworkers to convince them to take her back and forfeit the promised raise.
Nothing about Sandra, who suffers from depression and spends most of the movie moping, despairing, and gobbling Xanax tablets, is particularly interesting, and one suspects that this is intentional; she stands for the common person who is too often forgotten. Scenes of her intermittently breaking down and being encouraged by her sensitive husband (Fabrizio Rongione) to persevere and not to give up on her peers and their dormant capacity for selflessness are, unfortunately, somewhat repetitive, and not the strongest material to support an entire feature film. What ultimately saves and elevates Two Days, One Night above the level of tedium is the earnestness of the film's key performances.
3.5 out of 5 stars. Ideological Content Analysis indicates that Two Days, One Night is:
6. Anti-American. The selfish Julien (Laurent Caron), a collaborationist co-conspirator with the workplace management, wears a "USA" patch on his shirt, perhaps signifying his sympathy with neoliberalism.
5. Anti-marriage. Sandra's coworker Anne (Christelle Cornil) determines to leave her husband after years of being bullied.
4. Anti-drug. Sandra's abuse of Xanax is worrying to her husband, whose concerns are shown to be warranted when she attempts suicide with an overdose.
3. Pro-union. The filmmakers, in an interview featured on the Criterion Blu-ray, say that their intent was to illustrate the "savagery" of companies whose workforces are not unionized. "We thought that with a nonunion company, we'd be closer to the raw truth of the social situation people experience today."
2. Ostensibly anti-capitalistic, with workers pitted against each other by capital.
1. Dysgenic, pro-immigration, and crypto-corporate. Two Days, One Night is fundamentally disingenuous and misleading in framing the plight of the western worker as an individual rather than a national-racial dilemma. People are, of course, individuals on one level of their experience; but the inundation of European and European-descended peoples with Third World undesirables is precisely what has suppressed the typical worker's wages and standard of living. In the end, when the tables are turned, and Sandra has the option of taking her job back on the stipulation that Alphonse (Serge Koto), an African, will be terminated, viewers are expected to be inspired that Sandra, playing the good goy, makes the wrong decision and sacrifices her own livelihood to save the congoid. Two Days, One Night goes out of its way to depict non-white immigrants as gentle, helpful souls and credits to their new communities, and even includes an African doctor (Tom Adjibi) who saves Sandra's life after her overdose. To this extent, then, the film promotes a de facto corporate-state agenda.
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The Gunman ****
Sean Penn, who co-scripted, plays an ex-mercenary haunted by his assassination of a Congolese mining minister. Eight years later, now a damaged man in more ways than one, Penn discovers that someone with knowledge of his past has put out a contract on his life. Penn spends as much of the movie as possible shirtless so as to show off his impressive physique, and in one scene even taps into his inner Spicoli and catches a few African waves.
Less incendiary than one might expect for a Joel Silver production, The Gunman is an action movie that wants desperately to be an art film, aiming for poetic moments like that in which a battered and dying assassin is juxtaposed with a matador's speared bull. The action, once the movie gets around to it, however, should be brutal enough to compensate for the more pretentious material. There is also a love triangle to keep the women interested.
4 out of 5 stars. Ideological Content Analysis indicates that The Gunman is:
6. Anti-tobacco. "That's really healthy," Ray Winstone says sarcastically on seeing Penn light a cigarette.
5. Anti-marriage. Penn's love interest (Jasmine Trinca) regards her creepy husband (Javier Bardem) as a creditor, her loveless wifely duties the repayment of an obligation.
4. Multiculturalist and pro-immigration. European-accented non-white professionals put in a good word for immigrants' ability to assimilate into western societies. London and Barcelona appear as peaceful and orderly multi-ethnic metropolises. Penn atones for his sins by working to improve the lives of Africans.
3. Ostensibly anti-war. Rape and machete attacks are noted as weapons of war in the Congo. Penn's combat experience has left him with brain damage.
2. Anti-capitalistic. Corporatocracy is behind the world's evils, with the "growing demand of the western world" to blame for the Congo's sufferings.
1. Globalist, giving the false impression that NGOs (non-governmental organizations) are strictly humanitarian and apolitical entities. In reality, NGOs are frequently the unconventional tools of Zio-American foreign policy and therefore have been dubbed "missionaries of empire". Brit-accented television reporters – still more tools of Zio-American globe-grasping – are presented as reliable sources of information. That the poster has the chutzpah to say both "armed with the truth" and "from the director of Taken" probably says all that prospective viewers need to know.
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