9/10
Liberating...
24 August 2017
I was born on 1989, the year when the Berlin wall went down. The USSR used cinema as a weapon, even before Hitler. Of course, because as a media for propaganda, nothing was, or still is, more effective. Of course, they use us because we tend to believe that any thing shown on a screen is a fact, or at least could happen cause, after all, now it's just happening in our living room.

But since I was a kid that I ask myself why the actors don't go to the loo, or why they pretend that I'm not there talking to each other. I know, my problem but this film give me some hope, in a sense. It showed me Donal Duck talking with Mickey, playing cards, being humans, trying to make up a story, showing how Sartre could be right, o wrong, or us. How far we are domesticated by cinema? How far we shout that not? Not so far the last, sometimes we crave for more blood, false love, sex, propaganda, phony identification in order to go on like hamsters.

Thanks, John Cusack and Al Pacino. Thanks, the makers of this allegory.
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