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Dude, I live in SP. lol... REALLY faraway from the same situation, yeah. But the discussions are somewhat all the same. We should let the police do what it wants, we should let them create a extermination division, we should bring capital punishment, we should be harder on drugs, we should lower the criminal age, fuck education, yada yada yada (and the panicky infantile treatment of drug-dealers in the media, almost like "teh terrorists" are in America's media)...
It felt extremely simplified in its own "I'm a big boy, I know reality!" that something like "24" shares. It's infantile in it's Charles Bronsom subtexts.
- The wild scary drug-dealers carrying AK-47s negros in their funk slum parties!
- The (high)middle-class college kids listening to "Shiny Happy People" in a party as if it was teh awesomez!!!! WTF!? Is there a more idiotic way to end an argument other than treating anyone who has a different opinion from your hero as if they're air-headed ivory-towers "faggy" rainbow retards!? I know most of college students here are stupid pricks, but you know... The film was a bit too much.
- The constant screaming of "pot-heads!" in that same christian-morality vein of "junkies!", as if it was this diabolical weed that allures innocent people into a seduction of a life of addiction ("Reefer Madness" or those brazillian ads of that monsterous "I'm crack!!!!!!! I'm cocaine! argh!").
- The relentless pervasive misoginy in the treatment Nascimento's wife and the temptress air-headed student.
- The extreme infantile panicky soap-opera-ish demonification (if that's a word) of the top drug-dealer (really, the dude is this evil little Gollum thing).
- The cries of "what the media tells you". Like, yeah, "the liberal media". It's everywhere. WTF?
- The college teacher telling us the most stupified explanation of Foucault, him being this alienated little frog who knows shit of the world in a dreamland of french philosophers and ivory towers sociology classes (and the constant almost-villification of him in his way of saying the police is "perverse" and "evil" -- and the caricatural college kids persecuting the poor policemen. Really, some of those kids seemed like "Bocão" from "Hermes & Renato").
- The stupid subtext of the poor persecuted cop who must hide his true self and can't reveal who he really is. Oh my God, the police, will no one think of the poor persecuted police?!
- The soap-opera manner of glorifying the hero through the birth of his son.
- The endless homophobia in a phallus-worship superstrong movie (that, really, is almost two steps away from being gay porn) that could be playing in the background of Village People's "In The Navy".
- The life-giving cop who dies because he was bringing vision (glasses) to the poor little boy so he could read, study and have a future. ARGH!
- The student who is the top drug-dealer's bro... ok then... (and accomplice in the cancer of the country and the killing of a good man policeman)
- Those goddawful scenes where the girl was practically going "I'm sorry, you were right!", almost leg-humping Matias.
- The inclusion of "abortion clinics" with prostitution, gambling, drugs and pimping in one of the character's monologues. You could almost hear "It kills babys!, says the man protecting the Pope (the good one, not the nazi Lord Sidious pedo one)".
- The constant mention of those college students as the cancer of the country, in their alienated sociology classes and "their social consciousness". Deluded in their NGO work while FINACING THE DRUG-DEALERS ("see kids, a good reason to grow your own! Or to decriminalize and legalize and take away the money from teh terroris... I mean the drug-dealers!"). 'Cause, you know, the cops (sorry, super-cops. Elite and stuff) are the ones who truly know what's going on. They're the ones we should deposite our world in a blank check to (yes, they're "in the front" -- sure, let's say they're "in the front" like in a hollywood action movie. But would you trust a soldier in Iraq to know what the situation in foreign relations is and where the war is headed and what is it about?).
- Torture as "necessary evil", the burden of the only hardened-men who can deal with the truth and reality. The lack of mention that there's no proof that torture works. The serendipitous finding of someone who had the info the cops wanted when they're about to shove the broom stick in the little boy's asshole ('cause those policemen "in the front" know when somebody knows or doesn't. "PAPA KNOWS BEST!").
I still have trouble figuring out how the dude from Bus 174 did this.
And I still have trouble figuring out how people are liking this. If it was just ideologically awful (yeah, a bit middle-class scare "Linha Direta" fascistic -- you really can't imagine this film being a huge success in the days of the dictatorship?) but at least fun or enjoyable then I could understand. Even if it presented arguments I didn't liked, but that at least I couldn't deny. But it's just... boring trash. Charles Bronsom trash.
In the version I saw at first, I actually thought it could be a satire when one of the chapter's titles was "Mission Accomplished". I thought it could be having a glimpse of self-awareness and irony in the use of George Bush's banner on the war against terror (which isn't so different in the "war against drugs" bullshit). But no, no irony. At all.
Sorry for long ass post. That movie sort of made me pissed. |
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