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Rating: The Italian title this time well captures the spirit of the original: we are talking about The Day the Earth Stood Still, a masterpiece of 50s sci-fi, based on the novel Farewell to the Master. I started writing this review with only a few hours to go until midnight. I still have a bit of autonomy before heading out for the 31st and letting my mind go haywire. The television watches me... TVs are watching us now as if they had a life of their own, they educate us and often threaten us, like the super robot Gort from the film, with the difference being that their masters, our Guardians, aren't inspired by lofty or philosophical motives in governing us... What do I see on a remote non-mainstream local TV? The Day the Earth Stood Still! A flying saucer lands in the heart of Washington - an idea reused for the blockbuster movie Independence Day - guided by a humanoid alien, Klaatu - Michael Rennie - and his faithful robot with a deadly laser eye, Gort. Klaatu is biologically, technologically, and morally thousands of years ahead of humans, a sort of beautiful, benevolent, and understanding Godfather come to admonish the childish humans during the Cold War. That ship is so beautiful... the more I look at it, the more I'm convinced it embodies the divine golden ratio - known as Phi (0.382.../ 0.618...). From the superb Klaatu, I inadvertently channel-surf and... who do I see now?
Prodi with the perpetual idiotic grin of an altar boy at his first mass, a tanned Berlusconi, the dwarf star who started small, Weltroni with the jowls of someone who gorge only on caviar and cinema, unconcerned with the lead in the Roman air, the snobbish Miss Rutelli with the makeup of someone who has always been served and revered at home by courts of servants after radical fasts... Fini with the clawed and polished little hands from too much handiwork, ... Bertinotti lounging with gold cufflinks, a gold Rolex, Kasini - a home for everyone , who recently redeemed ten municipally-owned rooms in the center for the paltry sum of 300,000 euros while his wife, a property developer, sells two-bedroom apartments on the outskirts for the same amount; the final touch, the withered President making proclamations to hold out at the end of the month from the lofty height of 20,000 euros monthly excluding bonuses.
But who are the aliens, us or them? Are these, and the fathers of their fathers' fathers, who have governed us for hundreds of years? Something is wrong here. And I have a bad feeling that Grillo is right: the 5% of those who govern planet Earth are consuming the cake down to the last crumb and don’t want it known too much to avoid a new French revolution? I put on the The Day the Earth Stood Still laserdisc before going to celebrate...
There are only a few years left to save this small blue marble spinning in the vastness of space. Men in black, lords of oil, TV, and multinationals... Klaatu, Barada, Nikto
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