OK. First off, you should recognize how lucky you are that you live outside of my "Zone of Outraged Retribution" tm. Because if you lived closer, like 1000 miles closer, you would be suffering this very nightAbdul Alhazred wrote: ↑Thu Oct 15, 2020 9:20 pm Jean Cocteau's The Blood of a Poet just went public domain.
You can download an mp4 of it here ==> https://archive.org/details/JeanCocteau ... unPote1930
Soon as I heard the news I thought of ed.
This "film" (See Note 1) is noteworthy only because, Jerry Lewis-like, it is a fucking caricature of what is humorously referred to as "Art" in that Nazi-clinging, Jew turning over, Islamophilic garden of dead birds cooked in their feathers served in a tent footnote to the Roman Empire known as "France".
To begin with the creator author maker writer defecator of this steaming pile of past-it's-sell-by-date offal (which, I might add is a delicacy in France), this bolus of silver nitrate infused effluvium has a hairdo that looks like a 1970 porno actress' mound on unkempt pubic hair, viz. That is enough for complete and utter banishment to the nether regions for most people of sound upbringing but, given our past friendship, I persevered with my exploration of this increasingly odoriferous offering. Thinking that it might be some gee gaw that you found to entertain me on the days leading up to that Day of All Days (tm).
Imagine my revulsion when I saw the opening credit! I immediately sensed the development of yet another Homosexual plot of the kind I have dealt with summarily in the past with the firm corporal chastisement which our homosexual friends genuinely fear though they think they can fool me with their feigned moans of pleasure. Pshaw I say.
Anyway, moving forward I was transfixed by this image: Seriously, Abdul, WTF is that all about? Guy looks like a Brylcreem advert.
So this person capered about (there really is no other way to describe it) for a while and then the scen shifted to this delight:
WTF, again. If I saw a person looking like this in front of me I would immediately administer CPR. In France this is what they evidentially call "acting".
If I were a French citizen and this epitomized my entertainment alternatives, I, too, would don Field Gray and start singing the Horst Wessel song. Anything would be better, even Der Jud Susse. And that is saying something.
Think on that for a moment, Abdul. Contemplate the fact that the thing that you put in front of me (and this entire forum!!! All 5 of us!!!) makes crass NAZI propaganda film look entertaining, and not in an ironic way.
I am done now. I hope that his little discussion has helped you see the error of your ways. And I hope that such recognition might lead, eventually, to improved behavior that might, eventually, allow you back into the company of civilized people.
My work here is done.
1: I use the word "Film" not because it is worthy of the characterization of it being "film" as in "work or art", but rather as a grudging acknowledgement that the suppurating horror that this thing is was originally delivered on a substance known as "film".