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This isn't a "Good" movie in any normal sense. Or any sense, really. I have only a vague idea of why I've given it a high score and even then I'm a bit ashamed at giving it anything aside from a one-a little afraid someone who matters might see the score and think me a weirdo.
It's certainly not because I enjoyed it. It-it was more like I was fulfilled by it.
This is what young kids imagine "Faces of Death" to be. This is what very old people think that Marilyn Manson concerts are like. This--this is about as genuinely depraved as something can be. No other death video comes close. It's as depressing and sick and sad as humanity, and in that respect it deserves laudation. No other film has ever so accurately captured the misery that is life, the retardation that is war, and the sad transience of all those impulses, feelings, and moments that make us humans ever think we are anything but a collection of cells that will someday wither and die.
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This isn't a "Good" movie in any normal sense. Or any sense, really. I have only a vague idea of why I've given it a high score and even then I'm a bit ashamed at giving it anything aside from a one-a little afraid someone who matters might see the score and think me a weirdo.
It's certainly not because I enjoyed it. It-it was more like I was fulfilled by it.
This is what young kids imagine "Faces of Death" to be. This is what very old people think that Marilyn Manson concerts are like. This--this is about as genuinely depraved as something can be. No other death video comes close. It's as depressing and sick and sad as humanity, and in that respect it deserves laudation. No other film has ever so accurately captured the misery that is life, the retardation that is war, and the sad transience of all those impulses, feelings, and moments that make us humans ever think we are anything but a collection of cells that will someday wither and die.