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Ukraine is Not a Brothel [2013)
2013, eh?
What happened the next year?
Let’s get our organizations straight.
Because, as this documentary elucidates, the money just COMES IN.
Anonymous.
[a story for another time]
Is George Soros a “fan” (benefactor) of FEMEN?
You bet your damn ass he is.
But as a wise person has said: it is not what we know in our gut, but what we can prove that matters.
When it comes to tracing transnational, criminal conspiracies (aka “color revolutions”).
What happened in Ukraine in 2014?
Let’s meet our players (and their ilk).
FEMEN.
Ukrainian.
Фемен.
Lots of similarities between Russian and Ukrainian language.
But don’t trust me.
Try Duolingo.
Wanna read Russian news?
I do.
Because our news (the bullshit aggregated on Drudge Report) is globalist propaganda.
I want a new propaganda (to dérive Huey Lewis).
Wanna read something other than Russia Today (RT), ITAR-TASS (aka TASS), Pravda, or Sputnik (all four of these are good sources)?
Then you’re gonna have to learn Russian.
And this conflict ain’t going anywhere.
Unless we all get incinerated (which I would say there’s about a 30% chance of right now…as things stand).
So sound out your Cyrillic.
FEMEN.
I almost stopped watching this film as soon as I heard the word “patriarchy”.
Dog whistle for “Marxist moron philosophy to shortly follow”.
But I stuck it out.
For you guys.
And not because the tits were that great.
Because they weren’t.
Relocated to Paris (as this film delineates).
Founded in Ukraine.
Famous for their activities in Ukraine.
Anna Hutsol.
Looks like a fucking man.
But kinda cute.
Murmansk.
Oh, to be a professional “activist”.
Have you seen these cunts (men too!) on Twitter?
They have the word “activist” in their bios.
What kind of Jane Fonda imbecile would self-identify with that word?
And think about this.
Those cigarettes they are smoking (these “activists”)…some poor schmuck in the Philippines is paying for that with his donation.
Or, more likely, George Soros routed some money through multiple shell organizations to pay for those cigarettes.
Why?
To destabilize Ukraine.
Why?
To, in turn, destabilize Russia.
It’s the kind of bullshit our CIA does.
Which begs the question: does George Soros work for the CIA?
Indeed, does George Soros OWN the CIA?
What about Klaus Schwab?
Does the CIA work for Klaus Schwab?
Officially?
Unofficially?
In essence?
Anna Hutsol.
Jewish (big surprise).
An “economist”.
Yeah, right.
And I’m an architect.
I have to hand it to FEMEN in one sense.
They are masters of public relations and publicity.
Much like Fauci, er, Zelensky.
FEMEN does not seem to be too knowledgeable about prostitution (the traditional kind…not philosophical prostitution [they are masters of that!]) in Ukraine.
So let’s help them out.
You gotta go back a little bit.
To the first “white slavery” in Europe.
To Belgium.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_slave_trade_affair
Frame of reference.
Why did Putin invade Ukraine?
Demilitarization (to protect Russia and ethnic Russians in Ukraine [the latter of which are being subjected to genocide in Donbass at the hands of the neo-Nazi Ukrainian goverment {courtesy of the Ihor Kolomoyskyi/Igor Kolomoisky/Kolomoysky-funded neo-Nazi Azov Battalion}]).
https://www.newsweek.com/evidence-war-crimes-committed-ukrainian-nationalist-volunteers-grows-269604
https://www.reuters.com/article/idUS60927080220150505
Denazification (to protect the Russian-speaking population of Ukraine who are being subjected to genocide [as outlined in objective #1]).
Destruction of U.S.-funded biolabs.
Human trafficking (stopping the cesspool Ukraine from providing girls [many underage] to the illegal sex trafficking industry both in Europe and around the world).
DDDH.
Demilitarization Denazification Destruction (of biolabs) Human trafficking (interdiction).
This final point (the interdiction of human trafficking occurring in and emanating from Ukraine) has not, as far as I’m aware, been thus far ideated by the Kremlin.
But it goes without saying.
The same forces (Kolomoysky) that fund the neo-Nazi Azov Battalion are likely to have their fingers in the human trafficking (sex trafficking) pie.
Kolomoysky is Jewish.
Yet he materially supports (funds) the neo-Nazi Azov Battalion.
Does that strike you as strange?
Does it make you rethink your assumptions about Jewish “choir boy” (cantor) Zelensky???
I am not accusing Kolomoysky of doing anything other than being guilty of being (a Jewish) funder of neo-Nazis in Ukraine.
But I will say this: it appears that a good many Ukrainian girls end up as sex slaves in Israel.
You decide.
Sacha Baron Cohen can joke in his TV series Who is America? about Eastern European girls being smuggled en masse into Assad’s Syria aboard yachts.
Is it because this activity is common knowledge?
Why did Sacha Baron Cohen take the role of Mossad spy Eli Cohen in The Spy?
Strange role, no?
Is SBC a dual-citizen?
Why has he become so humorless as of late?
He’s become [drumroll] an ACTIVIST.
How disgusting.
And how strikingly-similar to Jim Carrey.
It’s almost like these guys are nervous about something.
What.
Were they hanging with Epstein on Little Saint James?
Or at Zorro Ranch??
Or on Lolita Express???
Let’s get back to what FEMEN never once (!) talks about in this titty-flashing movie.
Their ostensible raison d’être.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_trafficking_in_Ukraine
There is an effort to hide this.
As if Ukraine is more advanced–more civilized when it comes to stopping sex trafficking (when exactly the opposite is the case [as Putin knows, it is the epicenter–the cesspool on his doorstep]).
The Thailand of Europe.
Sure.
Czechia has problems too.
But Ukraine appears to be ground zero in Europe (as regards the number of young women and girls [and boys!]) that they supply to the international illegal sex trade.
Buying and selling persons.
Remember James Alefantis and his Instagram?
What were those strange pictures of porcelain dolls with price tags?
Why post that?
And those pictures of stacks of rubber-banded Euros?
Why post that?
Some kind of joke??
I kinda don’t think so.
It may be a joke (funny to the author [Alefantis]), but it is not truly in jest.
…but I digress.
https://dcpizzagate.wordpress.com/
Stay. On. Target.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_tourism_in_Ukraine
Anna Hutsol was detained by the FSB (Russian security service) in November 2012.
The year before this film was released.
And a mere two years before the U.S. government and a George Soros NGO engineered the coup in Ukraine.
The “revolution of dignity”.
They had already had the “orange” revolution.
Running out of colors.
And “revolution of dignity” sounds slightly less-absurd than “chartreuse” revolution.
Anna Hutsol was deported from Russia upon attempting to enter the country via Saint Petersburg in November 2012.
Deported back to Paris.
Her point of departure.
Soon afterwards, the homegrown FEMEN would leave Ukraine for France.
Anna Hutsol was denied asylum in Switzerland.
Because she is a political operative.
And not a genuine refugee.
That is plain to see.
By 2013, FEMEN was featured in multiple films (including the French television production Nos seins, nos armes!, the documentary Everyday Rebellion, and the film currently under consideration).
Indeed, three films came out on FEMEN the same year: 2013.
The year before the U.S. (Victoria Nuland and Geoffrey Pyatt acting as point people [not to mention John McCain]) overthrew the government of Ukraine.
In 2014, a fourth FEMEN documentary appeared (Je suis FEMEN): fourth in two years.
Was this group really that inspiring?
Did any of these filmmakers (our director Kitty Green, Caroline Fourest, Nadia El Fani, Arash T. Riahi, Arman Riahi, and/or Alain Margot) receive funding from any NGOs?
If so, which NGOs?
They wouldn’t happen to be Soros (and/or Schwab) -connected, would they?
Oksana Shachko died in 2018.
In Paris.
She was only 31.
Unlike Hutsol, she was actually born in Ukraine.
Hutsol moved to Ukraine from Russia at age seven.
Shachko hung herself.
Ostensibly.
She was from Western Ukraine.
This is important.
This is where arch-Ukrainian-Nazi Stepan Bandera was from.
Shachko went from wanting to be a nun (age 12?) to becoming an atheist (age 14).
What caused such a precipitous change in this young Ukrainian woman between the years 1999-2001?
It was likely her enrollment in the free university of Khmelnytsky at age 13.
That’s where she appears to have been met with radical feminist indoctrination.
Keep in mind, FEMEN has not only spawned documentaries.
There are also tomes by the likes of Galia Ackerman, etc.
It is purported that the “security forces” of Vladimir Putin attacked Shachko multiple times.
When?
Where?
How?
How was this proven?
Where is the proof that Putin sent anyone after her?
What was Shachko’s relationship with the French group Front National?
[now known as National Rally]
Shachko had a solo art exhibition in Paris in 2016.
In 2019, it was reported in Elle that this was not Shachko’s first attempt to hang herself.
Alexandra Shevchenko was also born in Ukraine.
Also in Western Ukraine (the land of Ukrainian Nazi Stepan Bandera).
It should be noted that Hutsol, Shachko, and Shevchenko all grew up in the same town: Khmelnytskyi.
Population: approximately 275,000.
There was a FEMEN protest in Moscow against Vladimir Putin in December 2011.
FEMEN have protested in Belarus.
Also in 2011.
Inna Shevchenko (not to be confused with Alexandra) cut down a Christian cross in Kiev with a chainsaw in 2012.
Now where have we seen that activity before?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=uHMHPQY3BmE
Incidentally, Shachko appears in this film in a hat with a cutesy-pink hammer and sickle on it.
Kitsch?
Or do these morons want to go back to communism???
Inna was born in Ukraine.
In Kherson (in the south).
A Black Sea port.
In 2013, Inna was granted asylum in France.
When was the Orange Revolution (about which I spoke earlier)?
2004.
In the aftermath of an election followed by claims of corruption and electoral fraud.
Sound familiar?
What happened?
The Supreme Court (of Ukraine) ordered a revote.
Americans were not so lucky.
Our SCOTUS is itself obviously corrupt.
Hence their inaction on the 2020 election (which Trump clearly won).
So we are now stuck with bumbling dictator Biden.
Mandate Biden.
What other colors of revolution have there been?
Let’s line them up:
Philippines “Yellow Revolution”: 1986
Papua New Guinea “Coconut Revolution”: 1988-1998
Czechoslovakia “Velvet Revolution”: 1989
Yugoslavia “Bulldozer Revolution”: 2000
Georgia (Tbilisi) “Rose Revolution”: 2003
Georgia (Tbilisi) “Second Rose Revolution”: 2004
Ukraine “Orange Revolution”: 2004-2005
Iraq “Purple Revolution”: 2005
Kyrgyzstan “Tulip Revolution”: 2005
Lebanon “Cedar Revolution”: 2005
Kuwait “Blue Revolution”: 2005
Belarus “Jeans Revolution”: 2006
Myanmar “Saffron Revolution”: 2007
Malaysia “Yellow Rally”: 2007-2016
Moldova “Grape Revolution”: 2009
Iran “Green Revolution”: 2009-2010
Kyrgyzstan “Melon Revolution”: 2010
Tunisia “Jasmine Revolution”: 2010-2011
Egypt “Lotus Revolution”: 2011
Bahrain “Pearl Revolution”: 2011-2014
Yemen “Yemeni Revolution”: 2011
China “Chinese Jasmine Revolution”: 2011
Russia “Snow Revolution”: 2011-2013
[notice that China and Russia (who are now aligned due to moronic U.S. foreign policy) were hit back to back: coincidence? I don’t fucking think so.]
Macedonia “Colourful Revolution”: 2016
Armenia “Velvet Revolution”: 2018
Lebanon “October Revolution”: 2019-present
Bolivia “Pitita Revolution”: 2019
Belarus “Slipper Revolution”: 2020-present
Do you notice how the USA isn’t on there?
It should be.
I would call it Coronariots.
Inna and Alexandrea Shevchenko are not related.
How did these two meet?
On VK, of course! [VKontakte (Russian social media platform)]
Enter DJ Hell.
Inna was arrested in Enschede, Netherlands for cutting down “wooden” (read Christian) crosses.
She was protesting the arrest of Pussy Riot (remember this name).
Inna got asylum in France in 2013.
Le Figaro‘s Saturday supplement Madame Figaro named Inna as one of the world’s most iconic women in December 2012.
Inna thinks that “homophobes” and “fascists” are “extremists”.
She lumps them all together.
But are FEMEN “extremists”?
The implication is, “Of course not.”
Indeed.
To watch these women flail like LeBron James when they are arrested only attests to the hysteria that drives their actions.
They are performers.
And not very entertaining ones.
They are shrill.
Annoying.
And most certainly guilty of (were it to be directed at any other religion but Christianity) hate crimes.
Desecration.
Sacrilege.
In 2015, Inna was speaking in Copenhagen.
She was discussing the “illusion” of “freedom of speech” in Western Europe.
As she was speaking, a terrorist opened fire in the lobby.
Wikipedia leaves out the identity and motivation of this terrorist.
Was he (oh, I don’t know) MUSLIM???
And if so, was he acting AGAINST these fucking stupid stunts of FEMEN?
I would say that the probability is not negligible.
Inna once stripped nude on Al Jazeera before the feed was cut.
But the context was particularly appalling.
The interviewer had just asked, “Which is better for women, nudity or the paranja?”
Paranja = Central Asian version of burqa
This is very offensive.
This is offensive to Arabic speakers.
This is offensive to Muslims.
Why should a non-Arab, non-Muslim such as Inna be granted “asylum” in France for pulling these kinds of stunts worldwide?
Why doesn’t she and her band of merry strippers stay in Ukraine and fight for the rights of women and girls?
Why not?
Because they don’t fucking care.
Because FEMEN are fake.
They are a tool.
A can opener.
If it isn’t Soros slipping money into their bank account, it is someone of that ilk.
All of these “color revolutions” need a spark.
Strangely, the list above (from Wikipedia) also doesn’t include the “Revolution of Dignity” which occurred in Ukraine in 2014.
These are the infamous Euromaidan protests.
Much more violent than the Orange Revolution (where only one person died [of a heart attack]).
2004.
2014.
The revolution was restarted.
Tried again.
Inna Shevchenko studied journalism.
Can you guess who has published her?
CNN, Huffington Post…
Inna is apparently against all religion (like the late-Shachko): Christianity, Islam, Judaism, etc.
Those are the only ones she singles out.
What about Buddhism?
Hiduism?
No mention of those.
Only the Abrahamic religions seem to be in her sights.
Inna seems to be fighting religion more than she is fighting sex trafficking.
I thought, “Ukraine is not a brothel”?
Maybe ease up on bashing religions and do some fucking research about sex trafficking.
And if you have done the research, Inna, then fucking talk about it!!!
Instead of just shooting your mouth off about how RELIGION is so oppressive to women.
What about the Ukrainian women and girls who are sold as sex slaves?
Do you think they wake up every day thinking how oppressive RELIGION is???
Of course not.
FEMEN are fucking fakes!
Yana Zhdanova.
Donetsk Oblast.
One founder from Eastern Ukraine.
One from Southern Ukraine.
And three from Western Ukraine.
Yana and other members of FEMEN were expelled from Turkey in 2012.
Maybe if FEMEN had remained in Ukraine (and had stayed focused on helping rape victims, for instance) they would actually be making a positive difference in the world?
As it is, they are just being used by their backers (funders).
FEMEN made their pro-abortion stance clear in April 2012 with their protest in the bell tower of Saint-Sophia cathedral in Kyiv.
Another moronic stance.
A death cult.
And the strumpet cheerleaders of this death cult.
Do you think dead little babies are cool?
Apparently FEMEN do.
They want to HELP women by making sure women can KILL their unborn children.
That is not revolutionary.
It’s stupid.
It’s not noble.
It’s disgusting.
As you might expect, FEMEN seem to particularly despise Lukashenko (President of Belarus).
This is somewhat understandable.
Was Lukashenko installed by way of a rigged election?
Many say he was.
I do have sympathy for electorates whose voices have been squelched by election fraud.
But once again, FEMEN make no sense.
WHY don’t they like Lukashenko?
The reason is not apparent in their ill-thought-out slogan, “Respect, KGB, UEFA.”
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
In other news, there is a mosque in Kyiv.
Back to Lukashenko, at least FEMEN got their point across with the slogan, “Stop Dictator”.
They have a point.
Lukashenko has been President of Belarus since 1994.
That is a bit long.
28 years.
But Belarus has had to deport FEMEN on a notorious occassion.
It was rather brutal.
But the message from the Belarussian KGB was clear:
“don’t come to our fucking country.”
Did FEMEN come back?
No.
FEMEN really hate Christianity.
Their protests in Ukraine make this clear.
Why protest the 1025th anniversary of Orthodox Christianity in Kyivan Rus’?
Why not protest sex trafficking??
I thought, “Ukraine is not a brothel”???
Protesting Christianity is the kind of bullshit Klaus Schwab would support.
Or ethnic Jew George Soros (who doesn’t believe in God [according to his 60 Minutes interview with Steve Kroft]).
My guess is that Soros and Schwab want to dispense with religions.
Because religions involve morality.
Ethics.
And these communist eco-Nazis (Schwab and Soros) will not be able to effect their Great Reset without seriously weakening organized religions.
But guess what?
They already did.
What was closed down for much of the past two years in the USA?
Churches.
What was open?
Casinos, etc.
In December 1, 2013, Yana protested in front of the Ukrainian embassy in Paris (a country which gave her asylum in 2014…apparently urinators need protection from those upon whose images they urinate) by urinating on photos of Victor Yanukovych.
Yanukovych would be overthrown in a U.S.-led coup the following year (as evidenced by the leaked phone call between Victoria Nuland and Geoffrey Pyatt).
Three weeks after peeing on Yanukovych in Paris, Yana went to Brussels where her slogan was, “Putin is the killer of democracy.”
What was “the great uniter” Joe Biden’s first act as President?
https://www.nytimes.com/2021/03/18/world/europe/russia-biden-putin-killer.html
Joe Biden absolutely went to the Rex Tillerson school of diplomacy.
Had Trump not fired Tillerson, the U.S. and North Korea would have fought a nuclear war during Trump’s Presidency.
In 2012, Yana attacked the patriarch Kirilll of Moscow and all of Russia at the airport in Kyiv.
What an offense!
Let’s be clear.
These dumbass “smash the patriarchy” bitches are not being metaphorical.
They actually want to deprive Russian Orthodox Christians of their dignity.
Imagine if the current Pope wasn’t a communist cocksucker.
What if Yana had attacked him?
Even so.
It’s one thing to call someone a “communist cocksucker”.
It’s another to physically assault him.
I have no love or respect for Pope Bergoglio.
Because he is a fucking sellout.
He is a goddamned communist prick.
But I would never attack him physically.
I do, however, reserve my right to insult him in writing.
I love Catholics.
I am a Christian.
Make of that what you want.
I reserve the right to rail against false idols such as Pope Bergoglio in a manner commensurate to the prophets of old.
I’m not a prophet.
I’m not overturning a table in the synagogue.
But I will tell you this: Jesus was a bad motherfucker.
https://open.spotify.com/track/2qWeZD9gk2V3dmadKOUmeE?si=b707102754b04c0a
Wars happen.
Wars are fought.
There is a time to stand up.
Putin is, in my opinion (considering all the intel I have consumed), doing the right thing in Ukraine.
Putin is fighting against the insidious influence of globalist tools like FEMEN.
By the way, what was Yana’s slogan when she attacked the patriarch?
“Kill Kirill.”
What an insult.
Indeed, more than an insult.
A threat of violence.
An incitement to violence.
To anyone who heard those words.
An instruction.
I would never say such a thing about Pope Bergoglio.
I hope the Pope confesses his sins and turns from his communist cocksucking ways.
I understand shock value.
In this small sense, I respect FEMEN.
But in the grand scheme, I think what they are doing is evil.
Perhaps they are just stupid.
And greedy.
And vacuous.
Yana protested in Lithuania in 2013.
This was a key event in starting the Euromaidan protest.
These dumb bitches want to be a part of the European Union.
That’s why they flee their homeland and post up in Paris.
Meanwhile, they say very little about how Ukrainian girls and women are bought and sold across Western Europe and the world.
So these fucking bitches are fake-ass sellouts.
They just want the fame of protesting some dumb bullshit.
They suck Soros cock all day long.
Metaphorically, of course.
Because Soros has no cock to suck.
His demon cock fell off long ago.
Same with Satanist Schwab.
Speaking of Nazis…
https://unlimitedhangout.com/2021/02/investigative-reports/schwab-family-values/
And:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=OT1Qn6COp6Y
What is it with these Nazi Jews?!?
Do they think the Holocaust didn’t happen???
I think the Holocaust DID happen!
There!
Take that, you pricks!!
I think Nazis are the scum of the earth.
Fuck Nazis!!!
So what am I:
anti-semitic?
No, I don’t think so.
A white supremacist?
Nope, try again.
I’m just a dude who thinks the idea of super-rich Jews having benefitted from families who collaborated with the Nazis (Soros and Schwab) is disgusting.
And I think the idea of the 2nd or 3rd richest person in Ukraine (Igor Kolomoysky [also a Jew]) funding the neo-Nazi Azov Battalion that is committing genocide (the past eight years) against the Russian-speaking population of Donbass is disgusting.
Have these three Jews no shame?
Particularly Kolomoysky.
Soros has no control (nor any remorse) about how he went around with his fake godfather and confiscated the property of Jews during WWII.
Schwab seems to have no remorse about his father having profited immensely by being a Nazi collaborator in Germany during WWII (assuming the above link is accurate).
I am just scratching the surface with FEMEN.
The same can be done with Pussy Riot.
Or Marina Abramovic (who is “standing with Ukraine” [blech!]).
FEMEN and Pussy Riot are largely-interchangeable globalist tools.
Abramovic is their godhead.
These are not good people.
These are spirit-cooking, sick fucks.
This is not what Putin wants in his neighborhood.
And I don’t blame him.
LGBTQ, BLM, and Antifa are all globalist tools.
And their members (cult members) are useful idiots.
Dupes.
In 2014, Yana destroyed a wax figure of Putin in Paris (a country that gave her asylum [from what?!?] that same year).
Her message when she destroyed this wax figure of Putin?
“Kill Putin.”
Tell me, Yana, how does this message help the young women and girls of Ukraine who are being funneled into international sex trafficking rings?
How does “killing Putin” or “killing patriarch Kirill of Moscow” help young Ukrainian women and girls who have been SOLD and have ended up as sex slaves in places like Israel?
Does Putin run Israel?
I don’t think so.
Does Putin run the international sex trafficking market?
I don’t think so.
And if he does (and that is your message [which I doubt it is]), then prove it.
Get your feeble brain to log on to Mother Jones.
I don’t even care if the link is bullshit.
Just let me know why on earth you think killing Kirill and Putin will help young women and girls in Ukraine.
Are Kirill and Putin buying Ukrainian women and girls?
I kinda doubt it.
But I bet there are plenty of Parisians (your country of “asylum”) who are.
Plenty of rich French customers.
Is Paris a brothel?
Is France a brothel?
And where are the women and girls in those brothels from?
Not, perhaps, from your country which you abandoned (Ukraine)???
2014.
Yana vandalized the Vatican by taking the baby Jesus statue from the Nativity scene in front of Saint Peter’s Basilica while shouting, “God is woman.”
Yeah.
Great.
Real productive.
Hey Yana, you dumb bitch:
is the Holy Spirit male or female?
Think on that as that sweet Soros money rolls into the FEMEN bank account.
I agree with Yana and FEMEN on one point.
Bring on the titties!
I have no problem with women going topless.
That’s something I can get behind.
-PD
Take Me Somewhere Nice [2019)
Sara Luna Zorić.
The world is fucked up.
For two years we fought against medical tyranny.
We fought against killer vaccines.
And suddenly the narrative changed.
Completely.
The plandemic/scamdemic wiped out.
Like chalk off a blackboard.
This is a flawed masterpiece.
Like the dent in Sara Luna Zorić’s forehead.
This film is a masterpiece.
This film is an utter masterpiece.
And it is carried by Sara Luna Zorić’s breasts.
And legs.
And scowl.
And sadness.
And dented forehead.
This film is a masterpiece.
It ends like Pierrot le fou, in some ways.
It ends like Contempt.
It ends like Ghost World.
So can I be in love with Sara Luna Zorić now?
Yes.
Because the world is shit.
We must pick sides.
I pick Russia.
Fuck Ukraine.
There is not a more propagandistic website on Earth than Drudge Report.
Do you know what propaganda looks like?
“Putin doesn’t want his people to see images of the war.”
“Russian Air Force incapable of complex military operations (invasion failing).”
“Zelensky is the reincarnation of Rasputin.”
“Russian soldiers raping Ukrainian women.”
“Russia [who secured both Chernobyl and Zaporizhzhia] are nuclear ‘terrorists'”. [For securing the facilities. All while the facilities are undamaged and not showing a rise in radiation leakage.]
“Russia is planning public executions.”
Might as well throw in some chestnut like “Russia shish-kebabbing Ukrainian infants on bayonets”.
Do you see where this is going?
“Two more top Russian commanders kiled.”
DO YOU BELIEVE ANY OF THIS BULLSHIT???
The same media that lied to you for two years about COVID and masks and vaccines and lab leaks now wants you to TRUST THEM and #StandWithUkraine .
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKK THAT!
What are the possibilities that Putin is beholden to Klaus Schwab?
I’d say 1%.
What is the possibility that Putin is doing the right thing.
I’d say 99%.
But the only problem is this: it completely overshadows the exceedingly-successful “freedom convoys” of truckers and also makes it impossible for any news about COVID duplicity to make it on any mainstream news.
So the timing is, one may see, unfortunate.
The whole COVID narrative was rapidly collapsing.
The virus was burning out with Omicron.
Serious, serious questions about impropriety from Moderna and Pfizer were arising.
And they CONTINUE to arise.
But you won’t hear about them.
The Ukraine war is like a giant school shooting.
This will be THE ONLY STORY in the news for months.
Perhaps years.
There are two reasons that people do things.
The “good” reason and the real reason.
Why did Putin invade Ukraine?
Because Zelensky announced 11 months ago that his intention was to retake Crimea by force.
And why else did Putin invade?
Because Zelensky announced seven months ago that Ukraine’s desire and intention was to join NATO.
Any other possible reasons?
Zbigniew Brzezinski called Ukraine the “bread basket” of the former Soviet Union.
What is the only thing which could rival oil right now in terms of astronomical inflation and actual scarcity?
Food.
Wheat.
Food security.
Putin may be securing this bread basket for Russia.
And I don’t blame him.
But let’s look at some attack scenarios.
Ukraine –> Moldova.
No NATO territory crossed.
Finland –> Sweden.
No NATO territory crossed.
Azerbaijan/Georgia (or vice versa) –> Armenia –> Iran (joins Russian Federation?) –> Iraq –> Syria (joins Russian Federation?)
No NATO territory crossed.
Monaco invasion.
And finally:
Bosnia and Herzegovina –> Serbia –> Kosovo.
I save this one for last because it is the most germane to our film.
This film’s action largely takes place in Bosnia.
Language: Bosnian.
Invasion from the sea.
Order of battle as above.
If you like Romanian New Wave, you will love Take Me Somewhere Nice.
I cannot understate the importance of this film.
Ena Sendijarević did a phenomenal job directing this.
Shades of Kiarostami.
Sonic Youth.
Tu dors Nicole.
Taste of Cherry.
This is dark humor.
But there is no punchline.
That’s how dark it is.
Dark, deadpan humor.
Dark absurdity.
Banality.
Warts and all.
Balkans.
The forgotten parts of Europe.
Where it is a curse to grow up.
I always pray for the children and the elderly of Ukraine.
And the fucking Ukrainian morons who didn’t get involved in politics and prevent corrupt Joe Biden from becoming the U.S. President.
They bear some blame.
But we do not want civilian casualties.
Putin asked the Ukrainian military to overthrow Zelensky.
They have been very foolish to not heed Putin’s suggestion.
And Mark Milley was indeed at the Ukrainian border with 15+ wide-body planes full of Javelins and Stingers.
How exceedingly-foolish.
Russia has been unequivocal: provide weapons to Ukraine which are used against our troops and we will consider this an act of war.
Milley’s panties were wedged in his vagina over the “white rage” of Jan6, but here he is personally handing out missiles to Ukraine.
Why?
We have no defense treaty with Ukraine.
Our Congress has not declared war on Russia.
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?
It’s the same faggots: Mark Milley, Lloyd Austin, Michael Gilday, Bishop Garrison…
The military is not coming to save us.
And Trump became a moron ever since he uttered the words “I got the Pfizer”.
Putin is the best leader in the world.
And this film is magnificent.
-PD
The Longest Day [1962)
Two lines from Verlaine.
Fake them out so many times that they become crazy.
Now do you understand QAnon?
Be on the precipice of all out attack.
Call it off.
Ike did.
82nd.
101st.
Resist.
Vive la France!
Who will save us?
We are the resistance.
We are digital soldiers.
Rubber dummies.
Gliders.
Loveless.
My bloody Valentine.
You must defy all logic to win.
Logical thinking.
Our enemy is evil.
But they aren’t stupid.
When the CIA was headed by military.
Walter Bedell Smith.
Teddy Roosevelt Jr. on Utah Beach.
His son Quentin Roosevelt II on Omaha Beach.
Teddy made it a month more after the Utah landing.
The only general on D-Day to land by sea.
Age 56.
The oldest man in the invasion.
Had a heart attack one month later and died.
Quentin lived four more years.
Till 1948.
Plane crash in Hong Kong.
He was 29.
Robert Mitchum heading up (assistant) the 29th Infantry Division with his cigar.
Fort Belvoir.
Omaha.
Norman “Dutch” Cota.
Neptune.
Normandy.
It’s not where you think it’s gonna be.
It’s not the easy route.
It’s not the obvious point.
It’s the most difficult length.
It is different from previous modus operandi.
Robert Ryan heading up (assistant) the 82nd Airborne.
James M. Gavin.
But nothing beats the voice of The Duke.
A true American patriot.
Now being cancelled by the communist Left in the United States.
505th Infantry Regiment of the 82nd Airborne.
Fort Bragg.
2nd Ranger Battalion.
Joint Base Lewis-McChord.
75th Ranger Regiment.
Fort Benning.
Jeffrey Hunter.
With the torpedoes.
Richard Beymer.
Must have missed him.
Red Buttons gets hung up.
Deafened by the bells.
A bit of comedy.
Sal Mineo.
4th Infantry.
Fort Carson.
Paul Anka.
Fabian.
Tommy Sands.
Bernard Montgomery.
Colin Maud with his dog.
Richard Burton is equally magnificent as John Wayne in this film.
Sean Connery is conspicuous.
Irina Demick brings us our only true beauty.
Using breasts as weapons.
As Louise Boitard.
Arletty.
Must have missed her.
Jodl wouldn’t wake up Hitler.
Who had taken a sleeping pill.
Lost time moving panzers.
Attack just after midnight.
Hitting beaches at 06:32.
Curd Jürgens knows the war will be lost.
Because Hitler took a sleeping pill.
Walter Gotell.
Must have missed him.
Heinz Reincke has good reason to be pissed.
Because the assets were in the wrong place.
Only two planes.
To counter 5,000 ships.
Peter van Eyck is annoying as fuck.
Pluskat suddenly sees 5,000 ships.
And it is too late.
Gert Fröbe will not be bringing any more coffee.
It’s too late.
This is not a masterpiece.
But it is essential viewing.
To understand the planning.
And the execution.
To have a great plan.
And things still go wrong.
Nothing will ever work out quite as you have planned.
And sometimes you have to attack during a storm.
-PD
How to Lose Friends and Alienate People [2008)
This film is squeaky clean.
Antiseptic.
And that is not a compliment.
It is waste of great actors (and a decent story).
Jeff Bridges is good.
Great talent.
Excellent contribution here.
He plays what must certainly be a backhanded homage to Graydon Carter of Vanity Fair.
A magazine I used to read.
Dreaming of entering that glitzy world where my idol Nick Tosches wrote.
All is, in fact, vacuous in such a world (as this movie plainly shows).
Which brings us to me.
And this.
Dossier du cinema.
Pauly Deathwish.
I am almost done.
Being an addict.
Being a basket case.
Almost done.
Almost.
Maybe tomorrow?
Kirsten Dunst has great breasts.
Linchpin.
Melancholia.
Poor men love breasts (as it turns out).
Danny Huston falls like the last laugh of Murnau.
Wiping the shitter.
Riches to rags.
Saudi Arabia.
Gillian Anderson plays the villain here (of sorts).
Megan Fox is boring.
Skinny woman are, in general, unattractive.
Real.
Be real.
Keep it real.
Restecp.
White Russian as bridging mechanism.
Ms. Lebowski.
R. D. Laing.
Lord Byron.
The only cinematography is when Dracula is depressed.
I’ve been blessed (?) with a complete lack of suckcess in my lifetime.
Good bit with La Dolce Vita.
Reminiscent of the open-air movie in Cinema Paradiso.
This film could have been a lot better.
Simon Pegg is an all-world talent.
This kind of tripe is beneath his abilities.
-PD
Top Secret! [1984)
And so we come full-circle.
As in the olden days.
When we first started.
Writing about spy spoofs.
And this is a doozy!
Val Kilmer’s first film.
As Nick Rivers.
Very much Elvis, but equally Beach Boys (at least on the opening number “Skeet Surfing”).
I would call this style of filmmaking “kitchen sink”.
It was a particular type of American comedy in the 1980s.
Fast jokes.
Set pieces.
Elaborate puns.
General silliness.
The setting is East Germany.
In the time of Markus Wolf and the Stasi.
Wolf retired in 1986.
The year after this film (1985), Vladimir Putin started his KGB career in East Germany.
But let’s talk about more important stuff…like how beautiful Lucy Gutteridge is!
A girl and a gun, said Godard.
And for a sequel, another girl and another gun…
Said I.
Port Said.
Fuad II.
Yes, Ms. Gutteridge plays the stunning Hillary.
Which roughly translates to “she whose breasts defy gravity”.
That’s a direct paraphrase.
What?
We almost get the Lawrence Welk Orchestra doing “Sister Ray”, but Nick Rivers and “Tutti Frutti” is close enough to alienate the visiting Russian operatic singer and his caricature faux-Nazi patron.
General Streck.
Not to be confused with Colonel Sturm or Sergeant Drang.
Jim Abrahams and the Zucker brothers (David and Jerry) strung us along the whole time.
And they directed a fairly decent film here…the triumvirate.
The Nutcracker turns out to be a ballet of literal protrusions.
The prop room is equally literal.
It’s both Joycean and daft.
But I had some genuine chuckles during this film.
They execute a priest as a demonstration.
And his Latin is a knee-slapping litany.
A greatest hits of that dead language.
Legal. Medical. String it together. Make it flow.
Pig Latin. Cow Latin. Pidgin Latin.
Yes Elvis. Yes Beach Boys. And yes Beatlemania.
Sullivan. Hysteria. Hip sway. Swooning.
Is it a bit of Fritz Lang with the magnifying glass?
Certainly prefigures the backmasking of Twin Peaks.
Swedish as a backwards language.
Like those hidden messages on (back to the) Beatles records.
I want to live in that loft of that Swedish bookstore…
clutching a volume of Strindberg and holding a Ms. Gutteridge.
How could anyone dream of more than two fireplaces at the top of a firehouse pole?
Many references. The Blue Lagoon. When Brooke Shields was just 14.
Like the Podestas, we end up next in the script at a pizza restaurant.
(!)
“Straighten Out the Rug” pulls out all the stops…and all the rugs…like Pejman Nozad on vitamins.
An incredibly detailed mock-up of the prison grounds complete with a toy train.
Bovine infiltration.
Eggs Benedict Arnold.
When instead of hollandaise, they’ve secretly replaced the sauce with Folger’s crystal gravy (on loan from the struggling PepsiCo).
While Trump protestors boycott every snack and cranny of this MNE.
But the dénouement is the underwater saloon brawl.
It is actually artful. Postmodern. High art in spite of itself. Dodoism.
We must not forget the yeoman efforts of the great Omar Sharif in this film.
Sadly, Mr. Sharif passed away just this past year in his home country of Egypt.
At least he did not (presumably) need two hours of surgery to wipe the smile off his face.
“Who do you root for in the Virginia Slims tournament?”
“I always root against the heterosexual.”
“Do you know any good, white basketball players?”
“There are no good, white basketball players.”
All of this from the “Match? Lighter. Better still.” line which Robert Shaw sweated out of someone to fool his way into James Bond’s presence and trust for a short time…before he chose fish with red wine.
One wonders whether the East Berliners had the jelly-faced joy of seeing this arrogant Hollywood slap at the time of its release?
Most importantly, “kitchen sink” was the style of the ZAZ directors mentioned previously: Zucker, Abrahams, and Zucker.
Kentucky Fried Movie. Airplane! The Naked Gun films (with the exception of the last).
This really is a cute film.
And while most of it would have pushed the envelope for 1984, it would almost be a G-rated movie by today’s standards.
Still, there are some jawdropping moments…such as The Anal Intruder (with the Cuisinart on the shelf [in the jailhouse now]).
Turns out the Christopher Atkins character (played by Christopher Villiers) had gotten all the joys of the Russian sailors who rescued him…including sodomy, Karl Marx, Lenin, L. Ron Hubbard, and one more bloke.
And so we wonder…couldn’t the Butthole Surfers have made it into this film?
Just barely.
Three years later they would drop the masterpiece Locust Abortion Technician.
Ah, the Reagan era…
-PD
Les Visiteurs du soir [1942)
I don’t know what I’m doing.
But I’m happy.
For once.
Quarante-deux.
She could slow down time with her Aeolian harp.
Silk strings. So tired. Suddenly…
Arletty. Femme fatale.
And Alain Cuny. Homme fatal.
The first punk rock band.
A duo.
The Devil’s Envoys.
Yeah…look at us! In chain… With the dogs!
Like Alan Vega and Martin Rev.
Except Arletty’s in drag, see?
So she’s taping her breasts down like a fashion model.
Which is exactly what she was.
Reified.
But Marie Déa breaks my heart the most.
You want to know where Adèle Exarchopoulos comes from?
Well, here you go.
No doubt. Kechiche.
Quarante-et-un. Quarante-deux.
A perfect film from Marcel Carné.
Existentialism is a Humanism.
And Bob Marley.
But never a more convincing devil than Jules Berry.
No doubt. Rolling Stones.
Master is a Margarita.
Same death-rattle laugh as Keith Richards.
As flaming a devil as Elmyr de Hory.
Raffinato!
Like Sergio Marchionne after 11 espressos.
And all while a love shines through which you might find in the quiet thoughts of Clayton Christensen.
As you might expect: the devil is all business.
A harsh exterior.
Nay…merely forbidding. Yes.
Only the highest level of French society.
True censorship would have forbidden a villain altogether.
In occupied France.
Glorious, glorious. Never let on your form!
Complete your poésies.
From Peshawar to Prussia.
From Barvikha to Batman, Turkey.
-PD
Numero deux [1975)
Back. Return return. Long absence.
Unrestful battle to the death with corporate finance.
And Jeannot mentions Georges. Beauregard?
Yes, almost certainly.
And so politics becomes sex. But sex remains politics. The two phenomena simultaneously.
Like dependent events and statistical fluctuations.
Ah, statistics…
Not the fun stuff of batting averages. No, we mean correlations and covariance and stultifying minutiae.
And that’s where the money comes from.
Godard after 45 years had finally finished with Paris. Done. Fin.
Il y a equals = Grenoble?
A new era with Anne-Marie Miéville. Sonimage. Mon ton son image son.
Wordplay cures illnesses.
The glissando of sliding meaning.
Slippage.
I want to write film criticism as if I am writing a viola sonata. Everything is possible.
Amazingly…amazingly…Wikipedia gives a synopsis.
Thank you kind soul…kind, fastidious soul.
Is it the same in France? Numero deux est la merde?
Yes, Godard finds a way to shock…again. Like Salò, but in a mundane grocery store of quotidian pain.
Wordplay and illnesses.
Is it Sandrine Battistella?
Is it Pierre Oudrey?
Are the child actors the best players in this film (in the tradition of Bresson)?
And Alexandre Rignault. The old man? I am too lazy. It is already a service. Mon beau souci.
The anarchy of breasts.
Both enjoy in different ways.
Pain is not simple.
It was this point at which Godard became a true revolutionary. With his army surplus jacket. Inconsequential.
Having survived the revolution. The upheaval. To live on into the era of Bruce Lee kicking Chuck Norris’ ass.
We see briefly.
But mainly we see fatigue. The fatigue of Beethoven. Facile technician. Adjusting color timing instinctively. Habit.
Sometime you must take a break from James Bond to question the fundamental things.
White people problems, they say.
No, I see the same in true cultures…in China…in Africa.
Unique modes of expression. Unlearning.
The greatest service is to convey the feelings of the film. If these feelings harmonize with the dissonance of your pathetique lives, then you are like me. Searching for small miracles.
Actors cannot touch non-actors. Praise be to actors who appear to have no technique–who appear to be non-actors.
Either way. Doesn’t matter. Matters.
-PD
Masculin feminin: 15 faits precis [1966)
I don’t write about the film, I write about me. I don’t write about the film, I write about the world. No. I write about the film the best I can. I am on a mission to start every sentence with I…from now to the end of eternity. Not quite.
I don’t know what pops up in your reader. You know about the reader? Tell me about the reader, Charles… Yes? And??? Right. The reader writes. Correct!
We are some macro-blogging mofos. Four times I wrote it and four times it autocorrected to micro. And so the stupid hyphen. Just like the titles. Diacritical marks are the first to go in totalitarian societies. Then the dollar words. Soon, all words which might express inefficient, ineffective concepts such as tenderness.
Now we are rolling. Give the anarchist a cigarette!
D’accord…
Allors…
Jean-Pierre Léaud was the Jason Schwartzman of the 60s…or vice versa. And while we might think primarily of Truffaut, here we see Léaud in a truly penetrating role.
Chantal Goya. She plays the ice-cold bitch pretty well…completely meretricious, vacuous, etc.
And then we run into red hypertext “links” for Catherine-Isabelle Duport and Michel Debord.
Yeah, we all know: the children of Marx and Coca-Cola. Could have been. Tarzan vs. IBM. Could have been. The ape and the onion. Mercury Rev.
Well, yes: it could have been. Today. Particularly dreary. All week. Usually I embrace it. Pretend like I’m Liam Gallagher in Manchester. But not today. Not this week. Only shadows in the night gets it right.
It’s a bummer. I’m too old to be young. Too perverted to be romantic. Too romantic to live. Etc. Etc. Etc.
And yes: I catch the aspect ratio. I yell Trotskyite. Not really, but parallel. I detest the cowardice…when I myself am a basket-case. It’s ok. We are human.
We remember Marx and Coca-Cola, but we forget James Bond and Vietnam. We forget the military-industrial complex.
Let me tell you how it happened. I lay down as always with my sea-foam-green (eau-de-nil) headphones ready to continue my reflection on the great oeuvre. And my computer doesn’t cooperate. It’s as if I have conjured the spirit of JLG. The sound outraces the picture. Chaplin-fast to Notre Musique-slow. The waves come crashing in. Ingmar is hijacked and ridiculized.
Translation: my computer won’t play the disc. After 15 minutes of relatively good play, it jerks and stops and pauses and reloads in an endless loop. It’s like as a kid with that De La Soul CD…I’d physically pick up the player an inch and let it drop down. Somehow it would catch. It was just that disc. No, not this time.
I have cared for this film like a child. It is one of many baby Jesuses in my Jodorowsky stable. Manger.
And so I traveled far to rewatch this. Fifteen paces maybe. 15. So what?
Et allors?
Pauvre Wikipedia. Lion-wannabe. Quick! Call Tim Rice and Elton John. Pathetic.
Yes, she keeps abreast of the pop charts. Cashbox. And he likes her type of breasts. Why not say it?
And isn’t there anything else you like about me? Well, Miss 19, there’s not much more to like. A Big Mac and a pair of Nikes and you’re happy.
Yes, Seymour Glass. I’m sure he just backed up too far on the balcony…trying to get all two of them in the picture…in Florida…like Richard Manuel.
Duport eats a bananafish. Marquis de Sade. Such a perfect day. Cassis and mineral water. And Orangina for Marlène Jobert. Perhaps. Who cares.
You can tell a redhead even in black and white. She should have been more famous. Eva Green’s mom.
yé-yé all day long
Mozart
the orchestra is fantastic
clarinet concerto
middle movement
Paul. Again with the Paul. It started tentatively in Vivre sa vie. And then Paul Javal. Contempt. In the name of the father. And now again without Christian name like Le Chiffre. James Bond and Vietnam. Same complex. Inferiority. Military-industrial.
With that I am at 666 words. Ed Sanders decides to consult Harry Smith on how to levitate the Pentagon. Exercise the demons. Nothing like a demon with love handles. Give ’em a good workout.
B-A-C-H. Psychotic fugue on the Mashed Potato. Dee Dee Sharp.
What other kind of fugue is there?!? Jonny Greenwood would surely tell you it’s reversible. Amnesiac.
ménage à quatre
bullshit
intellectual parlor games
Wikipedia
I know. I know. Hawaiian. Quick! Vite!
caméra-couteau
probing, probing
like Tony Parker
pass the goddamn ball
I’m not sure you want to know. I am a lip-reader. Baudelaire. Au lecteur. Samuel Fuller. Les Fleurs du mal. No one under 18 admitted. Strictly no admittance. 778 words and I haven’t gotten to the film.
-PD
Une Femme mariee [1964)
I want to write about the weirdest scene in Godard’s filmography up till this point, but I don’t. It’s not a pleasant scene. It is uncomfortable. Unnerving. I want to write about the pointy bras which figure visually into so much of this film, but I feel silly. Pointy bras.
I want to talk about Macha Méril‘s hair and how once again Godard evokes Louise Brooks, but I…what?
The title. It had to get more vague. No.
There’s really no way of talking about this movie other than in its own language. I often do that. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. But many times it is the only way. Here.
It slips through the fingers so quickly. If you do not write immediately, it is gone. I take a break. I charge my computer. It has escaped.
Truth be told, I never had that good a grasp on it.
I have to get worked up to talk about a film like this. I can’t check the news headlines for ten minutes on waynemadsenreport.com and then come back to it.
She is married. Unhappy. Every day she pretends. She is an actor dating an actor. Not the same. The theater and its double.
Artaud is on the tip of his tongue. Godard. What is he driving at?
This is elusive film. A cubist film. Fragments. If I stop to pause, it leaves me again.
I cannot give this treatise any ground. Yes, a treatise like Debord. In little mini-paragraphs. Theses. Something. I don’t know. Je’n s’pas.
It’s quick. Before she’s said it [bam!] it’s gone. He cuts. Montage. Gone.
Roger Leenhardt. I did not know. We don’t know. Barnes & Ignoble. Ig Nobel. Banana peels. Friction. Slippery slip slopery. Splits.
Does she say Thalidomide? It moves so fast. You are not French. You have audible French, visual wordplay, puns everywhere…unfunny puns on soul, angel, sea. Words in the middle of words. Treatise. trEATise. Focus on a part. How does the part tell a different story than the whole? Passage. Pas sage. Unwise. Not wise. No sagacity.
You have to be on your toes with Godard…even to this day. His mind is the quickest, slickest, oiled mechanism. The actor…just a mechanism. Is that a good translation? It matters. Are you reading the subtitles?
Some nights maybe you don’t feel like subtitles. You want to watch National Lampoon’s Vacation…
My queue. It is the same. Juxtaposition. Beethoven. No accident. Accidentals. We reach like bad Joyces. James…
The Holocaust comes into the oeuvre. Why the barbers? Indeed, she says…
Memory. For him, integral. For her, rien. Give me ten more pointy bras. Let me measure my breasts…nipple to nipple. The world turns on the tips of tits. No truer words ever spoken. Into the arms of Venus de Milo.
Her laughing is like a rodent…a squirrel perhaps. And then a woodpecker. It is almost indistinguishable from sobbing. Laugh tears. Oh James…
Ingmar got nothing out of it, he says. Godard took the long shot (extended take) and perverted it. Torture. Orgasmic laughs meant to liven up a marriage. The couple sit and fidget. Will they put on the Cal Tjader?
And then the husband threatens to rape his own wife. Is that translation correct? A significant line. Vital. Play acting? I don’t think so.
Truth in jokes. Expressed nowhere else. Why the barbers?
If you sought an insular review, you have found it. Only a cryptologist would claim spoilers. And thus we can justify that this is indeed film criticism. Mere reviews…
If you could double the size of your breasts with a Peruvian serum, would your husband blue you and make you Jell-O-sated?
All the brunettes are neutron blondes in the negative print. Hitchcock has sensors under your seats to know when your butt has arisen. Orly.
And the doctor cannot explain love. Where does sex end and love begin, or vice versa? Science still compares. Love is neurochemically like OCD. Quitting Facebook brings on symptoms akin to drug withdrawal. Which drug? How addictive?
It’s over.
-PD
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