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Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Land of the Blind...The story of a revolution
Having watched the movie "Land of the Blind,” I came away with the following:
The year sometime after John Lennon and yet actual time is unknown. As they mentioned John Lennon, he would have had to be known to be mentioned. Despite this, time is clearly unknown as there is conflict based on clothes, cars, architecture, and technology.
Location of the palace looks like it is in Russia as the exterior possesses the architecture of onion domes. However, within the walls, one can clearly see pre-revolutionary France. The movie reflects France, Russia, China, and Islam in the clothes in and out of time lines and clothes lines. Also, there are also touches Spain, Cuba, Germany, and Italy, but the actual location could be all or none.
Media under the president is skewed at intertwining of news with commercialism. An example is a report of prisoner Thorne having written on his prison wall in excrement. The interjection of X cleaning product being used to clean such is as much a part of the news as it is a commercial in the news. After the murder of the president in his pink plastic diaper and his wife in her green latex sex suit, the glam was over and the state became like that of Islam or China under Thorne’s revolution. Commercialism was no longer interjected in the media nor were there airs of silly mindlessness. Instead, the media was gravely serious.
Contrast between the president and Thorne is not only evident in their style of dictatorship (glam versus Islam (but not Islam) as one could easily think of Mao’s China or xtian extremism), it is evident in their stature and mind set. The president was a little man in stature who inherited his power from daddy. Although a man in power should be taken seriously, the president/actor/film maker made himself larger than life with his clothes and dialogue, i.e., material excess and the use of the “royal we” as if he were Louis XVI and his actress wife were Marie Antoinette. How could such a man be taken seriously? He was truly a little man in every sense of the word as he sought thoughts from others and punished them if his action, based on their thought, was negative or if he did not like their answer. Thorne, on the other hand, was a large man in stature and a well-educated writer. Having thoughts of his own, he did not ask others to think for him, but he did punish those who did not agree with his doctrine by eliminating or reeducating them in an Orwellian type of system. Thorne did not take the glam road, but his road was just as ruthless and just as much tyrannical as the president that he killed.
Back to the drawing board...Thorne was killed by his burka clad mistress who, upon killing him, removed the garment and freed herself. As the president had a nephew living in exile, he returned to his homeland and came to power much like that of a monarch in succession.
Joe, yes I just now mention him, found himself in an awkward position of being imprisoned for not signing the “loyalty oath” with Thorne. Although Joe helped Thorne by allowing him access to kill the president, that was not good enough and for this he paid with years of his life in prison. After Thorne’s murder and the return to the former government, Joe was still in a predicament as he was the one who allowed for the murder of the president. Where is Joe? Did he get out of the camp? One has to wonder as he appears at a diner. A waitress, who looks like his daughter, notices that he bears the mark of the “camp” on his wrist. His dialogue with her was reminiscent of the camp, “Nothing is better than a big juicy steak.” Either through memory or reality, Joe is seen in the prison yet again. Despite the dilapidated interior and exterior of the prison, his typing in a stark white cell on a stark white typewriter with stark white accessories leads me to believe that he was a prisoner of his own mind. There are breaks where he is seen walking through the prison which seems abandoned and falling to pieces. This brings to mind Thorne's words of Rudolf Hess being the only prisoner at Spandau Prison. In this starkness, Joe's daughter appears and has a dialogue with him to which he does not respond. However, at supposed chow time, Joe responds to the guard with the same words that he heard from Thorne when Thorne was a prisoner, “This used to be a hospital you know. This prison used to be a hospital.” Is there a CURE for such a loop? ~ Arachne ~ 10/29/12 in the p.m. EST
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