absolute fuckwit. total trash fire. chaos vortex.
“It’s a motherfucker
Don’t you know?
They talking about
Nuclear War (yeaaaahhhh)
If they push that button
Your ass gotta go
It’s a motherfucker
Don’t you know?”
- Sun-Ra, Nuclear War
the greatest destructive power on the planet. not religious, not territorial power, not a polity or ideology, just raw, naked, fundamental and primal power. splitting the atom. to even conceive of a thing is madness; to fashion it into a weapon, to use it on another, to use it…
I can only describe my reaction to this film as “oh shit, are they gonna do the full Solondz” and then they don’t. bullshit move. wrong Todd I guess, and that’s on me. not anywhere as ambiguous and murky as it thinks it is — the fucking commentary on method acting might as well be spelled out in giant neon signs — but Portman’s good enough it all works. I just found it disappointing that it didn’t go as far…
I, too, had never taken a basic sociology class and was thusly blown away by the impossible brain power of Jordan Peterson, a man so intellectually formidable that a Slovenian trash panda with a persistent cold obliterated him harder than an amateur nineteen year old on pornhub’s black cock friday.
as a kind of social experiment I’ve put this on in the background at parties and other social gatherings and thanks to the clips of other movies and Zizek being copy-pasted into them, it inevitably takes a good long while until someone is like “hey, why is a russian raccoon with a head cold trying to tell me The Birds is about wanting to fuck my mom?”
there’s something hypnotic about Zizek that works even on people with no inherent…