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Rating: Under attack to an unbelievable degree from the outside these days. Great achievements. Longing for another world. The unwanted solitude, the objective one, strips everything bare before you get accustomed to it. Boredom, if you don’t love it, is one nasty beast. Praise be to God, then there's this film... beyond good and evil. I hadn’t seen a "miracle" in the theater since 1997 (Kitano's Hana Bi).
The massive material digested and rotted by the Romanian who turns gold into crap is colossal. It astonishes you with the atrocity that you yourself are.
It's a blowjob (with swallowing, of course) without premeditation that makes you climax within seconds. It's finally shouting a big curse at the absurdity of how much misery human beings can bring out. It's comedic like an old Buster Keaton film, with those monotonous faces that come from elsewhere. It's pornographic in the psychological sense of the term.
It's a cesspool of ignorance from a capsized logic of a high school teacher who finds herself in the middle of a literal mess. It's the envious stinginess of the frigid mothers of students who haven’t had sex for ages, who have a cobweb between their legs, morbidly jealous of the epic romp of the teacher that went online "by mistake."
It's the half-erection of the filthy bastard fathers and seedy males who condemn to an erection they can no longer experience. It's the decayed voyeurism of the whores we are. It's spitting in the gaping anus of Catholicism. It's the chuckle of the soul of your best cursed dead.
And then there's that Dantean walk brought to us by "Jude" with the eye out of the pyramid, with the purity of life's obscenity filmed without filters. The trip of reality...
And then those historical inserts, of costumes, of fashion, of pussy, of hairy, black pussy. All ruthless, all in the light of day, all parallel and seemingly harmless, yet it shoves a devastating obscene revisionism of the lies and crap in which we are immersed right in our faces.
And everything goes royally to hell and vanishes into stardust with the superhero ending of the film that puts everyone back in line from those fake new age Stendhal syndrome inventions, with an alien aesthetic that transports us into an unexpectedly transcendentally fun experience that provokes a panic attack of genius never visited before, proposed by Radu Jude (the director), who farts non-stop, laughing in the face of all the hypocrisy of the cavemen who spread lies with their pompous judgments.
The ending can only inherently pay tribute to the unrepeatable "national hero" Vlad Tepes, a Prince in name and deed, transforming the passage of time into historical experience that evolves consciousness, all simply resolved by a stick up the ass: with good manners (made of ash) you obtain everything.
This is how you solve the hemorrhoids of humanity’s filth. Whoever gets hurt by fellatio, perishes by the spear... Here no prisoners are taken, Decebalo teaches.
Bravo Radu, bravo!
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