Ridley Scott
Gladiator

I'll see you again one day… but not yet. Not yet.

Anol shalom
Anol sheh lay konnud de ne um (shaddai)
Flavum
Nom de leesh
Ham de nam um das
La um de
Flavne...

This is how what can rightly be called the best movie of all time comes to a close.

Or at any rate, without a doubt, the best film by Ridley Scott.

According to some, Mr. Scott may have made other films, perhaps even better than this one.

Well… let me just say a big Well

Funny and improbable titles like "The Duellists," "Alien" or "Blade Runner," are these the ones?

Okay, I have personally watched them all with meticulous attention and, frankly, they seemed to me to be low-quality feature films with forgettable actors.

And I’m sure my opinion is widely shared. Am I right?

In short, these are the usual "minor" works praised by big-headed intellectual circles, people used to collective happenings who, in their distorted view of reality, altered by the use of cannabis and valerian, confuse banter with pranks.

Having said that, Gladiator is an epic colossus, but also epic. From here, allow me the neologism "epicale."

'At my signal, unleash the winter' remains the most loved phrase by meteorologists.

'What we do in life, who cares once we're dead' is Massimo's typical maxim and is irrefutable in its intoxicating folk wisdom.

Oh, attention, an important notice: despite the title, Gladiator is not a porno.

Notice no.2: what follows contains spoilers.

Notice no.3: it also contains preservatives.

Notice no.4: none of the previous notices are true.

Gladiator is the story of Massimo Decimo Merdinho, a true indomitable warrior, general of a bunch of armies that, to tell them all, makes my digestion falter.

Massimo is called by everyone "Hispanic," due to his Asian features.

Massimo is played by Jack Russel Crowe, known to most for not being Steven Seagal's lookalike.

But above all, Massimo is a man whose wife has been killed, son burned, horse violated, dog scarred, grandfather tortured, house destroyed, car scratched, someone peed in his fridge, and garden gnomes kidnapped.

It's normal that one then gets pissed off, right? [youwanttoseeforyourselves I want, editor's note]

So he decides to take revenge.

In reality, the only guilty one is Commodus, the foolish son — birds of a feather flock together — and also a bit gay of Marcus Aurelius.

But our Massimo, to warm up well, first starts by fighting and killing another hundred and fifty people who happened to be there by chance.

After that, still not satisfied, he goes around infernal arenas smashing heads and tearing hearts out with his bare hands. In short, he really unleashes himself.

So much so that by the final duel with Commodus, he arrives a bit exhausted.

And he dies.

P.S. Despite this, Ridley Scott still shot the sequel and, to get around the little inconvenience of the main character's death, came up with two neat tricks: he made ten years pass, so no one remembered a damn thing and, for extra security, he called the sequel "Robin Hood."