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Eula 2022-09-05 19:28:06
How terrible is paranoid belief? It's so terrible that people who are weak-willed and have no independent thinking are more likely to be incited and become mobs. Is it possible to deprive others of their lives easily based on their own moral judgment? And these murderers can be ordinary and kind people in daily life. When these guys think they have mastered the truth of the universe, they are promoted to the incarnation of justice, representing the moon, the sun, and the entire universe to eliminate evil. In their eyes, the standard of evil is completely self-determined. They may be homosexual or may be. Pagans, maybe foreigners, maybe even just wearing short skirts, how terrible! In addition to the mob, the movie also criticizes the representatives of those powers. Power is in hand, do nothing, unscrupulous, and even indiscriminately kill innocents. The police besieging the church is completely black. Religion and gun issues are commonplace, and the Patriot Act after 9/11 is not to be seen. In short, a perfect critical movie
Extended Reading
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Joseph Keenan: [at the inquest, staring into space]
Agent Carol: And then what happened? Special Agent Keenan? Special Agent Keenan?
Joseph Keenan: [breaks out of it]
Agent Carol: What happened?
Joseph Keenan: I subdued the suspect... with a head butt.
Agent Carol: [amused] A head butt?
Joseph Keenan: Yes sir. The suspect was standing... unnaturally close. And then the trumpet blast sounded three more times, and a fourth and a fifth. By then it was pretty clear that the Rapture wasn't going to happen, so we rounded up the remaining Five Pointers.
Agent Carol: Hey, what was it? The trumpet blasts?
Joseph Keenan: Pardon?
Agent Carol: The trumpet blast, what was it really?
Joseph Keenan: Oh, that. Well some new neighbors, these eco kids from the university with a compost collective - they've got an acre off of the ass end of the Five Point property, other side of the hill. Abin's been giving them a bunch of guff because of the smell of the compost.
Agent Hammond: Was it bad?
Joseph Keenan: [laughs] Gets so you could taste it. But Abin's been harassing these kids, sending some of his bigger boys over to bitch at first, maybe break a window or two. Then I guess they went old school - lots of sugar in gas tanks, burning bags of dog shit.
Agent Carol: The college kids?
Joseph Keenan: No, that was Cooper and his church. The eco kids never so much as called the cops. They got creative instead. They thought it'd be funny to take a page out of Revelations and get Cooper and his family's hopes up with the trumpets. So they got this big-ass rusty old siren from a fire house that just got a new one. The fire chief said they could take the damn thing so long as they carted it off, it's as big as a Mini Cooper. So they trucked this thing down to their compost collective, they put it in a barn, they hook it up to an iPod of all things. And they played these single note trumpet blasts they pulled off the Internet.
Agent Hammond: And they had no idea that you were even there?
Joseph Keenan: [shrugs] Just dumb luck...
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Joseph Keenan: You said this was going to be a simple in-and-out, sir.
[holds phone up to sound of machine gun fire, then speaks again]
Joseph Keenan: Simple just shit itself.