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Mad Max tried to warn us about the
Programmer's
lust for power &
tedium, that need to single out the
heretic among
us. Craven Programmed critics
shrugged off that stunned silence & indelible
sense of
awe, that hour of
graphic punishment that told the tale “already summarized in
the Gospels, ” longing for
mindless mirth & prefab indignation & canned mayhem
(i'd sooner believe the actor who played Jesus emerged from the tomb than that skinny blond could take out even aging fake-Asian Carradine in Kill Bill -ed.) and
>>>The Tinseltown Pharisee formula would have redistributed &
colorized the violence, boldly sacrificing
authenticity & sexing up Mother Mary w/ Hooker Mary in
leotards as they tag-teamed the Roman centurions w/ stylish martial arts maneuvers designed to flounce & jounce teats and stretch crotches, rescuing our Savior & whisking him off on a
slow boat to Lesbos, (a diverse metaphor for rising in a whirlwind to Heaven) where (off camera) He'd be offered up as a gift to Gaea in exchange for allowing the sun to rise<<<
dubbed it anti-Jew revivalism that
reared her
ugly head like studio Satan in
her old familiar haunts in western Europe, the
middle east, & Hollywood before the all-
men-people-are-equal pogrom cast Max on a
passionate
roll to
hell.
One drunken rant against the man
landed Max in the Paddy-van.
Quoth the craven, 'yes we can.'
Cretan Maineiac
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