Mussolini…received his guests in an enormous room at the Palazzo Venezia, and I never saw him anywhere else. On my entry he would rise behind his large writing-table at the other end of the room and give the fascist salute, which I returned; he would then come round the desk and advance some way to meet me — halting before the last few paces and throwing back his head in his characteristic gesture as he extended his hand — thus sparing his guest some of the long and solitary march to the chair in front of the table.
Is this culture content? Is it happy? Are the smiles broadcast by this culture’s media the smiles that reflect the collective mind? Does the self-professed compassion of the media for the unfortunate seem sincere?
This list kicks off with Y2K Gnostic Wave:
Can’t even imagine how boring and moralistic a movie about eugenic discrimination would be if it was made today - Ethan Hawke’s character would be an activist of some sort demanding equal opportunities for “invalids.”