It seems there is a controversy that in a divided sense borders on a tempest in a teapot and out and out socially oriented moral hazard. The progenitors release these dispatches as regularly as time release capsules into the social fabric. My guess being to slowly burden the public’s consciousness with at the very least useless and trivial irritants. The reasons behind same vary from the articulated corporate monopoly spheres’ overall agenda of complete world domination to just being spoilers to demonstrate to a population that would prefer to be left alone to their own devices who is boss in the thinnest possible definition of the word, ‘entertainment’. Having empowered itself through the authority of so many police and crime based dramas over the years the media has taken over the duty of trying public individuals in it kangaroo courts of manufactured public opinion.
A notable member of those on the list rounded up for public castigation and rotten cabbage throwing is one James Gunn. Wunderkind director of the latest brand of illusory human saga designed to replace all traces of actual historical heritage through the extra potent acid of unbounded Post-Modernism, Guardians of the Galaxy. It seems that Mr. Gunn has revealed a penchant for repeatedly expressing himself in the analogy of sexually abusing children in that great virtual planetary private men’s room, Twitter. The organization that had employed him to produce his highly grossing movies casting out of his latest project like a hot potato. At face value of the allegations that would naturally spring to mind from a brief reading of many of his tweets, a reasonable proposition. Something that appears on the surface to be a long overdo house cleaning by the interlocking multinational monopolies posing as film companies in light of the political and economic backlash of the viewing audience who don’t accept the notion of being considered socially deplorable by Marxist standards.
Taking a closer look at this particular episode reveals something that suggests that beneath the surface of all things crafted Hollywood and political exists a rotten core. In this case, the fabric of this director’s output that in two eight figure budgeted previous epics appear to be designed to dement and scramble the mind as efficiently as any Madison Avenue ad giant or Tavistock Institute study. The notion of crafting the illusory technology of computer graphic eye candy to wallpaper psychologically twisted syndromes in chronic displays of dysfunctional behaviors color coded in hues of green, blue and golden reek of a truly perverted view of contemporary society. Only the tormented mind of a Metropolis Rotwang could cook up such subconscious horrors to throw at the id’s of an already culturally damaged generation. Mr. Gunn has his fun dreaming up the pathetic and disturbed and packaging it in a manner that raises the specter of a Willie Wonka chastising children with his own product in a single bite.
Consider characters that can be read out of the bible of the tabernacle of the destruction of God and Western Society, the DSM-6. Handsome young fatherless manginas that wander vacantly through existence unable to connect with the notion of monogamous relationships. Scarred women literally green with envy and bipolar behavior who exercise their inner frustration in bouts of destructive physical fury. A musclebound male anima lost too long ago in a gym cum tattoo parlor that seems totally lacking in any mental sophistication that substitutes steroids for common sense. A Raccoon posing as a perpetually irascible first born sibling in disguise ever one step ahead of inexhaustible supply of social rejects and random delinquents who he delights in torturing with an never empty bag of technological tricks. And then best of all a clueless infant that seems fatally bound to recalcitrant perpetual innocence of any and all situations so as to be the perennial victim ala a Voltaire’s Candide. A motley crew of social degenerates all! Then consider their adversaries! Golden fairy princesses gone overboard with the the precious metal as a visual offering for everything. A mean spirited surly looking blue guy who like to whistle through his teeth to shoot an arrow through anyone who gets in his path with his metal Mohawk crew covered pate. A random vaguely human looking castoff from the extras not used in the now defunct Pirates of the Caribbean franchise.
Take these Marvel action figure inspired cartoon personas and add scenarios that quickly boil down to errant devious fathers, ice cold emotionally removed mothers, tons of playground style situations of toys and other meaningless cancerous Dungeon and Dragon card scenarios and stir them in an updated vessel modeled upon the caldron of Macbeth’s three witches and you have a truly toxic brew that assure that any who drink of the same will be fated to be accosted by the NWA’s version of man not born of woman. If this is the finest expression of Mr. Gunn’s genius and that of his pre-Millennial generation then I might suggest taking up heroin overdosing as a more productive hobby. One might pause at this point and reflect upon the proposition of the citizenry of this current era in point of fact being under heavy duress of a highly organized pyramid focused power structure that is determined to concert humanity into products upon a metaphorical conveyor belt from which there is no escape. This genre of movie making not designed to entertain but to dement. Is it fair for Mr. Gunn to be taken to task for his disturbing tweets? No, Mr. Gunn and the media companies that employ his sort of mental visually mounted analogies need to be given a proverbial ride out of town covered in tar and feathers on a rail.