SPOILERS THROUGHOUT
Trump is apparently on record as approving of this biopic of his early rise and fall and improbable rise again - along with his sundry high-rise gold-plated over- reaching skyscrapers. It shows him finally - it was made in 2005 - embarking on 'reality' TV, when he is persuaded by a producer that this ratings kite-flying is 'the new real-estate.'
His character in the film reflects on what he sees as the unsatisfactory nature of real life, and expresses contempt for Dorothy, because she wants to go back to impoverished Kansas, when she could stay in a neon-hued Oz. He dreamily gazes out, the while, upon the garish spectacle of the US cityscape, where he sees his greatest erections, and finds them entirely satisfying.
Meanwhile, his marriage is in bits, as his interchangeable wife and his paramour try to rebuild themselves in the image of his own heartlessly thrusting ego. The Frankenstein doctors of plastic surgery turn Ivana into a discarded sex doll.
His older brother, a failed pilot, drinks himself into terminal oblivion to match his self-image as the misfit of the family: Robert Trump is a real human being, not the caricature of the ruthless American dreamer Donald has become. He feels obliged to fail as a human, but at least crashes without taking anyone with him. Then his surviving sibling's most important business executives fall out of the sky in the Trump Enterprises helicopter: If the Donald is Deus, his ex machina has crashed and burned with all who were on board with The Donald's spinning message to humanity.
A moment of near-self-awareness threatens to humanize this superman - but he soon snaps out of it and decides to become President of America. But first, the Reality of OZ/US awaits, behind the magic mirror of TV, in a self-induced media- drugged - but clean-living, non-drinking, non-loving - illusion of Power.
Fresh from firing people for fun on a TV show, he will go on to promise full employment to all Americans, and to be magnified in the adoration of his people.
The most frightening thing about this hysterically funny horror story is the magnetic self-belief of The Donald that mesmerizes his victims into letting him do anything he wants - becoming willing victims to this reptilian charm.
Trump is the delusional apotheosis of the American dream. He approves of this - very shrewd and uncomplimentary - version of his life, simply because he believes so totally in himself, and in his own ego-trip, that he has even hypnotized himself into seeing only true goodness and greatness in the tawdry spectacle of his own life.
The comments on this film on IMDb are unanimously positive - about Donald Trump's life! They do not criticise the film, either, because they are blinded by the Great Man's neon aura, and cannot see the absolute darkness at his heart. They accept Trump's self-belief at it's bare-faced value. The film sees Donald as a great Lie made flesh. The Donald has absolute integrity, which is persuasive. But his is the integrity of absolute Evil, which is especially, unusually, seductively, insiduously persuasive - so persuasive, that it has subverted the intended message of the film.
People have fallen for the charm of this Mephistophelean super-salesman, this man who has no soul of his own and is intent on swindling us out of ours. His infectious, diseased self-confidence is capable of blinding us to his iniquity.
And now, of course, this moral eclipse sits at the very heart of America. The Donald's levitating confidence and now unquestionable authority will eclipse the United States like the improbable, incredible, but oppressively looming shadow of a vast, unsupported alien edifice, filled with screaming devils, launched from a pit of Hell somewhere below consciousness.
The guest at his recent Inaugural feast, in the Statuary Room of the White House, was a colossal Statue of Liberty made in his own likeness, whose torch is wielded like that of the Diabolic Arsonist. Civil ceremonies are now conducted by the sinister glow of perverted leadership. His one successful policy will be a scorched earth.
The new President's dizzying ambition will vault the heavens like the falling star, Lucifer - a false God. He is the Omen of disaster. He hisses in the primaeval swamp that The Donald himself has conjured up beneath Washington DC. His politics will be like the unleashing of savage dinosaurs in Jurassic Park.
Trump is apparently on record as approving of this biopic of his early rise and fall and improbable rise again - along with his sundry high-rise gold-plated over- reaching skyscrapers. It shows him finally - it was made in 2005 - embarking on 'reality' TV, when he is persuaded by a producer that this ratings kite-flying is 'the new real-estate.'
His character in the film reflects on what he sees as the unsatisfactory nature of real life, and expresses contempt for Dorothy, because she wants to go back to impoverished Kansas, when she could stay in a neon-hued Oz. He dreamily gazes out, the while, upon the garish spectacle of the US cityscape, where he sees his greatest erections, and finds them entirely satisfying.
Meanwhile, his marriage is in bits, as his interchangeable wife and his paramour try to rebuild themselves in the image of his own heartlessly thrusting ego. The Frankenstein doctors of plastic surgery turn Ivana into a discarded sex doll.
His older brother, a failed pilot, drinks himself into terminal oblivion to match his self-image as the misfit of the family: Robert Trump is a real human being, not the caricature of the ruthless American dreamer Donald has become. He feels obliged to fail as a human, but at least crashes without taking anyone with him. Then his surviving sibling's most important business executives fall out of the sky in the Trump Enterprises helicopter: If the Donald is Deus, his ex machina has crashed and burned with all who were on board with The Donald's spinning message to humanity.
A moment of near-self-awareness threatens to humanize this superman - but he soon snaps out of it and decides to become President of America. But first, the Reality of OZ/US awaits, behind the magic mirror of TV, in a self-induced media- drugged - but clean-living, non-drinking, non-loving - illusion of Power.
Fresh from firing people for fun on a TV show, he will go on to promise full employment to all Americans, and to be magnified in the adoration of his people.
The most frightening thing about this hysterically funny horror story is the magnetic self-belief of The Donald that mesmerizes his victims into letting him do anything he wants - becoming willing victims to this reptilian charm.
Trump is the delusional apotheosis of the American dream. He approves of this - very shrewd and uncomplimentary - version of his life, simply because he believes so totally in himself, and in his own ego-trip, that he has even hypnotized himself into seeing only true goodness and greatness in the tawdry spectacle of his own life.
The comments on this film on IMDb are unanimously positive - about Donald Trump's life! They do not criticise the film, either, because they are blinded by the Great Man's neon aura, and cannot see the absolute darkness at his heart. They accept Trump's self-belief at it's bare-faced value. The film sees Donald as a great Lie made flesh. The Donald has absolute integrity, which is persuasive. But his is the integrity of absolute Evil, which is especially, unusually, seductively, insiduously persuasive - so persuasive, that it has subverted the intended message of the film.
People have fallen for the charm of this Mephistophelean super-salesman, this man who has no soul of his own and is intent on swindling us out of ours. His infectious, diseased self-confidence is capable of blinding us to his iniquity.
And now, of course, this moral eclipse sits at the very heart of America. The Donald's levitating confidence and now unquestionable authority will eclipse the United States like the improbable, incredible, but oppressively looming shadow of a vast, unsupported alien edifice, filled with screaming devils, launched from a pit of Hell somewhere below consciousness.
The guest at his recent Inaugural feast, in the Statuary Room of the White House, was a colossal Statue of Liberty made in his own likeness, whose torch is wielded like that of the Diabolic Arsonist. Civil ceremonies are now conducted by the sinister glow of perverted leadership. His one successful policy will be a scorched earth.
The new President's dizzying ambition will vault the heavens like the falling star, Lucifer - a false God. He is the Omen of disaster. He hisses in the primaeval swamp that The Donald himself has conjured up beneath Washington DC. His politics will be like the unleashing of savage dinosaurs in Jurassic Park.