Can only bow down

Mortimer 2022-03-21 09:01:02

Imagine that the moment the earth is destroyed, the music played in the sky should be the we'll meet again Kubrick used to accompany the nuclear war. With all the ethereal and soft after release, men should feel more. At the moment when everything is gone, dancing to the music and toasting to each other "meet again", there is no more poetic scene than this.
War is an ingenious form of solving male sexual anxiety. This is the most amazing theme in Kubrick's How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb.
Human behavior is affected by sexual anxiety, but it can be expressed in movies, and it does not involve the relationship between the sexes. It also adds complex and huge themes such as war, diplomacy, and politics. The expressions are clear and profound. A very funny comedy, it is already very rare, not to mention the grand and creative pictures, excellent performances and appropriate music. Kubrick, you can't be a person, you can only be a god. In front of you, I want to kneel down on my knees, thanking myself that I am not eating the director’s bowl of rice. Otherwise, what kind of frustration and despair would it be to have an impossible god like Kubrick in front?

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Extended Reading
  • Frank 2022-04-24 07:01:01

    There are not many intersections, and I have not been able to appreciate the metaphorical places that everyone said. But Hitler's gestures, the cigar general with his face up, the plane refueling, the lovely general, the Russian ambassador, and the girl-like president gave me a very funny delusion. I don't understand the Cold War, but the refueling of planes and the explosion of nuclear bombs are reminiscent of people.

  • Johnnie 2022-03-23 09:01:02

    I'll continue to be vulgar.

Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb quotes

  • [the men inside the War Room cheer as the big board shows the OPE code being recalled from the bombers]

    General Buck Turgidson: [Whistling loudly] Gentlemen, gentlemen!

    [Everyone falls silent]

    General Buck Turgidson: Ah, gentlemen, Mr. President, I'm not a sentimentalist at all, by nature, but I think I know what's in every heart in this room. I think we ought to all just bow our heads and give a short prayer of thanks for our deliverance. Uh, Lord, we have heard the wings of the angel of death fluttering over our heads from the valley of fear. You have seen fit to deliver us from the forces of evil...

    Mr. Staines: Excuse me sir, Premier Kissov's calling again and he's hopping mad!

  • [de Sadesky enters the War Room in a great coat, finishes the contents of a drinking glass, and places the glass on a banquet table covered with an ornate array of meats, breads, and pies]

    Ambassador de Sadesky: You don't have any fresh fish?

    Waiter: I'm afraid not, sir.

    Ambassador de Sadesky: Your eggs, then, they are fresh?

    Waiter: Oh, yes, sir.

    Ambassador de Sadesky: I will have poached eggs. And bring me some cigars, please. Havana cigars.

    Waiter: That will be all for you sir?

    Ambassador de Sadesky: Yes.

    Waiter: Then I'll see to it right away.

    Gen. Faceman: Try one of these Jamaican cigars, ambassador, they're pretty good.

    Ambassador de Sadesky: Thank you, no. I do not support the work of imperialist stooges.

    [de Sadesky walks away]

    Gen. Faceman: Oh, only commie stooges, huh?