The Shining

All of Stanley Kubrick's later movies relate to elite shadowy groups that persecuted him till the end of his life. What they did, what he saw, what they blackmailed him with, how they intimidated him and the ritualism they perform through occult worship and human sacrifice fill his movies. Most people are unaware that the molestation and sacrifice of prepubescent children pumps their bodies up with powerful natural chemical-cocktails and energies that the dark ones feed off. Adrenalin, endorphins, Chi energy and so on and so forth.

That might be somewhat difficult to comprehend for many so I'll lay it out a bit simpler. Everything is energy. Humans are a special type of energy. You will know this from the felt presence of experience during sexual activity, violence or a particularly riveting football match. There are many other examples but the chi energy released from prepubescent children is as intense as it gets. It wasn't fun for me to learn this and so I don't see why it should be fun for you either. It's not a fun subject.

This is why the institutionalised child sex abuse issue that David Icke campaigns against is all about an insiders club at the very top of society cutting through elite layers of law, politics, academia and science to mention just a few. Kids are groomed or abducted to feed the tight emotional bond that that groups experience during occult worship with human sacrifice. More of that will be coming out in the future but there's plenty of testimony on the internet and books written about it, though the best interview is the Franklin Case that I posted over here.

Many people complain that The Shining's script by Kubrick went too far off the book's narrative, but that's ignoring the real story that was being told. After filming the moon landing's for NASA because of his impressive expertise in 2001 Space Odyssey, Kubrick realised that instead of being seduced by the beautiful woman they portrayed themselves as, it was instead a diseased and aged whore.

Kubrick got lost in a maze of venality during this time in his career and left us many clues in his film as to who pulls the strings of power and what specific kinds of low vibrational occult worship they are into. Google "bears and paedophiles" for example.

The emphasis of Saturnalia hexagons is hard to ignore.

 

Towards the end of the movie the bathroom scene is evidently a rendezvous with the top of the pyramid in terms of Faustian bargains. It's clear he's trying to say he had no idea of the full context that he had embroiled himself in, and so Kubrick drops a lot of clues as to who that person is and what they are about.

Kubrick frames Jack Nicholson head perfectly with the diamond/cuboid pattern behind him, as by this time in the movie the character is Clockwork Oranged. That's a reference to the mind control techniques that the Saturnalia worshippers exploit through MKULTRA and Monarch Programming.

Every single detail is worked out to communicate, including colour and black silhouette shapes. Kubrick was a genius for stylish attention and Stephen King aficionados have raged at the reversal of endless details in the script which are not about the signified,  but rather the signifier's importance. He's telling us the reversal itself is the primary point.

However in the final analysis it's the bathroom scene where most of the clues are laid bare with its intensely red emphasis on ablutions, pacts with the devil and exclusion to females. If there's one scene where the dialogue needs extra attention from the viewer, it's between these two men.

For more information on the Archons that kept Kubrick in fear of his life, you could do no better than read up on Jay Weidner's work and/or listen to this latest interview where he spills the beans very liberally. Kubrick was certainly one of the greatest film-makers ever but also one where life and art became inseparable, culminating in his final attack on our blindness to "hidden in plain sight" evil through Eyes Wide Shut. 

Stanley Kubrick died unexpectedly shortly after completing that movie and just days after its private pre-screening with the studios who subsequently edited out the dangerous revelations they could no longer endure, and which Kubrick's death prevented him from fighting. Nobody knows where those missing scenes are but we know enough to point our fingers in the right direction.


Stanley Kubrick died 66 days into the year 1999, and 666 days before 1 January 2001 a date punctuated with question marks given his direction of the movie 2001 Space Odyssey. 


A classic illuminati symbolism loaded hit.

Forrest Gump

It's been so long since I saw Forrest Gump I could barely recall any more than the eponymous character but I had a feeling I'd enjoy it and my intuition was richly rewarded. Like Into The Wild, it's a movie that made me think a fair bit, smile lots, laugh often and  occasionally well up with the odd tear of reality's harshness and regret for the frequent coup d'etats of the United States, punctuated by bullet's often misunderstood by the duped mainstream as threadbare 'lone gunman' stories pedalled by a complicit corporate media.

There's lots of ways to cut this movie as some sort of dual mirror-image-narrative of innocence, marginally succeeding against submerging under a parallel and reflected world of cynical reality. Even then that's only 'just succeeding' as his love is rejected by an unsophisticated world view and propensity for doing as told by those he trusts. A character trait assumed to be essential in close relationships.

In some ways it's also a celebration of a long gone American meritocracy where with hard work and a level playing field (insisted on by his mother) everyone get's a chance but that opens up deeper questions of free will, probability and chance I'm increasingly interested in since I've taken a close look at the NDE (Near Death Experience) data and it's unproven relationship to life journeys and incarnations that raise more questions than provide answers.

Even the one point of artistic insensitivity, a gratuitous product placement by NIKE (as Tom Hanks did in all his movies at one point) was immediately forgiven as the trainers are the only NIKE trainers I ever bought. Which meant I loved them. The NIKE Old School Classic Cortez. The rest for me are hip hop pimp rollers or Chav dealing white trash affairs. As a Goldman Sach's excecutives put it recently, Hermes is the Air Jordan's of wealthy white people.

At Close Range - Christopher Walken On Bad Ass Form

In 1986 Prizzi's honour and Out of Africa secured the memorable Oscars. For a moment just then I thought Out of Africa had the memorable line 'Not another fucking beautiful day' as the veranda shutters were thrown open on a Kenya Savanna morning but I think that may have been White Mischief.

However as usual, the Oscar judges made a mistake. It's hard to find a single flaw in any scene by Sean Penn throughout At Close Range but for a staggeringly quintessential Christopher Walken performance this movie nail-guns the red carpet into the concrete with ease. 

Shoulda got an Oscar. Great performances by Mary Stuart Masterson and Chris Penn is great playing brother on screen as well as off.

A couple of weeks ago I met a German friend of mine who insisted that Sean Penn is rubbish so I countered with have you seen Harvey Milk to which he responded 'you could play a great homosexual Charles' which I found very funny on a lot of levels at the time. In any case I guess not everyone thinks, as I do, that Sean Penn is one of the finest actors of my generation and furthermore I think he pisses over any of the greats, from any era of the 20th century. Particularly the clichéd picks of Olivier or Gielgud.

I was just enjoying the fine screen performances to a workable though slow moving script when the narrative takes a sharp right turn about three quarters of the way through, so hang in there. The entire movie is on Youtube and the first part is above.

It's set in Pennsylvania and is based on a true story.

Wag The Dog

If you like your political commentary humorous I've just watched for the first time Wag The Dog. Despite the gravity of the subject Dustin Hoffman's irrepressible Hollywood producer character made me laugh quite a few times with memorable lines such as 'it's all a change of wardrobe'.

Set in the 90's the movie eclipses domestic events when Clinton was bombing essential medicine factories in the Sudan to distract from sexual scandal at home. This war  crime act was responsible for destroying 50% of Sudanese medicines and 90% of critical drugs which killed thousands upon thousands of babies, the elderly and the the sick. Wag The Dog also needs a diversion abroad and so the U.S. picks on Albania as a new "Terror threat" with a suitcase bomb. This was before 9/11 and the accuracy of how the media is used to hypnotize us all into demonizing the enemy is extraordinary. The genius of the movie is it makes us laugh and think at the same time. Hoffman's performance is unbeatable. When he's good he's really good.

There are lots of torrents available to watch this movie through this and other search engine findings. There's a song rustled up during the movie to keep sentiment high. It's extraordinary how close it is to what was later produced at the 9/11 NY Charity Rock Concert. People should be angry about how they were duped but I don't think most can handle the truth so that obligation will be forced on them at some point.

Serpico

There's a definitive Golden Period for movies in American Cinema that roughly extends from the mid to late sixties through to the mid seventies. I got thinking about this again last night as I downloaded Network on the advice of Tariq Ali and at first wasn't convinced but I stuck it out as Faye Dunaway was looking absolutely hot (even in Beige), and then when the Howard Beale (Peter Finch) started to get Messianic I realised that it was going to be some straight shooting commentary on the United States. The feedback on Twitter was very positive and it seems that it's a favourite for many of you. 

It also unveiled a contrast on the other Network movie I coincidentally caught this week which was The Social Network.  A movie I couldn't complete it was so banal, as I could see that it only worked because Facebook is worth Gazillions otherwise it would be a straight to video affair of the 'Breakdance' and 'You've got mail' genre. Generally spindly attempts by Daddy "Capital C" culture to parasitically subsume the stuff we do to break away from it. Also sometimes called 'Counter culture' and which Madison Avenue hoovers up relentlessly.

I've previously written why Culture (capital C) is most definitely not your friend, though recently I listened to the most comprehensive and devastating explanation of why culture is everything we are not, or even as humans. Sounds illogical but the enlightenment is worth a listen from one Joseph Chilton Pearce. I'm going to name check a couple of bloggers I think should listen to this stuff too so Robert and Johnnie please make time to listen to these three podcasts when/if you can: 1, 2, 3.

I really do procrastinate don't I? I haven't even mentioned Al Pacino in Serpico. The reason it's such an iconoclastic movie in Thailand is that the cops are so corrupt that when the movie was aired here in Thailand, it was an incredible success. The real life story of Frank Serpico as played by Pacino was instantly adopted as a folk hero against corruption and greed by the cops. His sticker was mass produced and paraded on pickup trucks and motorbikes because invariably they are the people that the parasitic police most penalise with petty fines, while leaving the better off problem-free for the same minor law transgressions. 

It was a counter culture "fuck you" to the police that a White Boy parachute planner in Thailand would never get to know. Particularly if they're dropping into middle class bourgeoisie planner-land that is telling them a buffalo is an insult in Thailand, when in point of fact to the majority pro red working class, it's like the "nigger" word amongst blacks. 

A point of perverse pride. 

In any case, this is all rather a dramatic build up to "Collapse" which is a documentary Lee Maschemeyer in New York brought my attention to some time back. I didn't download it because, hard to believe, I don't get off on pessimism porn as much as you might expect. But as it resurfaced in my data stream, I put off the washing up, and it's really good. The music is well arranged and poignantly appropriate for a documentary interview style , making it compelling.

Most enjoyable for me was correcting a false perception I'd had for a while now when estimating Michael Ruppert. He's an ex-cop who was hounded out of the force for blowing the whistle on CIA drug dealing (yes they deal drugs, get over it) but I always assumed he was probably not on the smart side of things, and that is why he lost his job. I know from repeated experience that most cops aren't paid because they are clever but instead are paid to be loyal. 

I wrongly assumed Michael was one of those kind of cops, but instead I learned earlier that like Serpico he was one of the finest and bravest cops that the LAPD ever had in their ranks. His academic credentials are excellent, his story telling is blunt and rivetting and even though I don't know any more than you as to precisely what the future holds for us, I do know that if you refuse to see that the times they are 'a changing, then it's highly likely you're planning ability is flawed. Particuarly if you're a planner defending the Corporate Ancien Regime on the flimsy basis that it pays the bills.

Here's the first part. Inform yourself.  Because You're Worth it.

I've had to post the second part seperately for html embed ju jitsu reasons that you don't need to know about. So look above or look to 'newer posts' if you're coming back from the future so to speak.

And The Spring Comes - 立春

I've just had the amazing good fortune to watch an important Chinese movie in all its cinema glory. I'm a film fan but pathetically handicapped about what I can watch and so the last full movie I saw was the awesome German Language 'Counterfeiters' on the flight from London to Shanghai in November last year. I'm back in love with movies after this because there is so much in this work that will help anyone trying to understand China, while at the same time telling a moving and relevant story.

It's quite a surprise that this film, And the spring comes - 立春 which is principally about artists and art in China, made it through the censors (SARFT) as although there are only a couple of scenes where the State reveals its ugly and invasive side the operatic leitmotif is pretty much that art is everything about truth and beauty the State has reason to fear the most. It's the unveiling of the human spirit in its purest and most uncontained form isn't it?

Aside from the homosexuality and sexual craving, even the mild partial nudity comes as a surprise in this movie after the recent blacklisting of Lust and Caution star Tang Wei from working in China. I found the operatic parts hugely moving with the end super bringing tears to my eyes. I don't want to say that its completely brilliant throughout as the narrative on occasions was a little patchy although sometimes deliberately so judging by the colour palette on the film poster

The photography, while good isn't say on a par with my favourite director Wong Kar Wai, although I think I could easily die quite happy if I expired while immersed in a scene from 'In The Mood For Love'. The colours in this film are a little washed out in the way that the light in Beijing really is most days. It's captured depressingly accurate, although when Beijing is unpolluted and shines it really does.

The lead actress Jiang Wenli is nothing less than a tour de force with one of the most powerful performances I've seen in a long time. She is married to the director Gu Changwei (Farewell my Concubine) and I understand put on considerable weight to fulfil this role. She acts so well that its difficult for other cast members to come across as better than average.

I want to give some additional thought to the scenes that I think are most important and so I'll probably come back with an update to this post but in the meantime here is a no subtitles clip from Tudou the Chinese version of Youtube and a strong urging that you try and see this important and definitive movie that encapsulates so much of what I love about the Chinese and yet why freedom of expression has yet to be fully understood and also why until it is fully embraced, movies like this will largely be a rare exception. More here too.