Life at the End of History is boring. And the more boring the times, the more lucrative monetizing boredom becomes. In attempts to escape your boredom, you can give your money to sleezy advertisers watching porn, or you could give it to violent blacks by watching sports. Most of us find some way of giving it to White-dispossess-er extraordinaire Bill Gates.
For those of us who haven’t managed to completely seclude ourselves, here’s some free advice: the next time you are on Netflix, try and passively consume something a step above the Wet Hot American Summer prequels.
Yes, Communism was awful, but the film depicts the life of a revolutionary. Che endures extreme poverty, starvation, isolation, in-fighting within his cadré, and unbeatable odds—all in the name of his ideas and his people. He does not surrender, sell-out, or apologize. A true model for all revolutionists.
A celebration of masculinity, strength, and violence. The story of a proud barbarian in a society far too developed for his liking, and blessedly, it is completely devoid of any pop-psychology or syrupy social justice.
A silent Norse warrior, a band of wanna-be crusaders, and a lost ship. Much like Bronson (which shares a director), it celebrates the male—but on top of that, you have Christian vs. Pagan tensions and a Faustian drive into the unknown.
Birth of a Nation
And finally, Hulu always has Birth of a Nation (which is actually in the public domain and can be found all over the place, at varying levels of quality).
A better ode to the south than Gone With the Wind, and a landmark in cinema history, to boot. The final word, however, has to be given to Andrew Hamilton:
Contemporary violence, rapes, murders, and black governance in the US, Africa, and elsewhere makes Birth a rather tame reflection of reality. (I said reality, not media-induced mesmerism.)