“Help! Let me out of this shitty movie!”
I’ve developed such an iron stomach when it comes to digesting rotten movies that it really says something when it takes me multiple sittings to make it all the way through one, as happens to have been the case with A Cure for Wellness. This plodding Judaic dud concerns a corporate creep (Dane DeHaan) who travels to Switzerland to retrieve an insane executive who is reportedly recuperating in a mysterious clinic. Switzerland essentially being a piece of Germany, the place is naturally being run by crypto-Nazi perverts with all sorts of deep, dark European secrets. Boringly perverted director Gore Verbinski and his collaborators are so determined to give the setting and characters an air of coldness and clinical inhumanity that these qualities, unfortunately, end up attaching themselves to the film itself, making it about as appetizing as a gore popsicle. Even the effort to liven things up with would-be shocks like sadistic dentistry, eels in a toilet, masturbation, and incestuous rape only make the movie more of a yawn-inducer. Even the Blu-ray menu is irritating, with its horror movie cliché of a little girl’s monotonous singing. Throw in the fact that this is yet another mean-spirited production of Israeli intelligence asset Arnon Milchan (opening with a shot of skyscrapers, to boot) and A Cure for Wellness goes straight into the biohazard bin.
2 out of 5 stars. Ideological Content Analysis indicates that A Cure for Wellness is:
3. Assimilationist, showing the inspiring ability of blacks and Indians to ape European dress and mannerisms.
2. Judeo-capitalist, casting a financial criminal as the protagonist.
1. Anti-white and pro-miscegenation. Early in the movie, a white woman makes a reference to a “twelve-inch” black penis, suggesting congoid sexual superiority. The pathology of a racially homogeneous community is conveyed by icy-eyed Europeans whose sterile paleness is amplified by their all-white wardrobe. National Socialist notions of racial hygiene are parodied as a form of isolationist inbreeding. The protagonist learns that the clinic occupies the property of a nobleman who determined that the only woman pure enough to bear him a child was his sister. Sad to report, we have now actually plumbed the cultural depth at which audiences are sufficiently debased to tolerate the casual horror of a father (Jason Isaacs) sticking his hand up his daughter’s crotch and then sniffing his fingers for the camera. Hitler is never explicitly referenced, but the entire backstory of fiendish medical experiments and fields full of emaciated corpses are intended to evoke the specter of the persecution of the Jews. A Cure for Wellness functions as “Holocaust” revenge porn, with the viewer expected to exult in the sight of a sheltered European girl (Mia Goth) cleaving her father’s skull with a shovel and riding into the night on a bike with the evilly grinning New York crook who has rescued her from the Swiss ethno-dystopia.
More sheeny hypocrisy on display I see. When they have a homogeneous society it’s important, when we do it’s just sickening. This one sounds just plain stupid. The kind of film some deranged, nihilistic jewess would make you watch. Jeezuss.
I watched “Primal Rage” a couple days ago. I even drank the old beers I’ve had in the back of my fridge for over a year now as I did it. Also I sent you a few emails with links to corny 80’s movies.You may have already seen some of them. None of them have diseased baboons who start homicidal epidemics on college campuses but they’re just as hokey.
Watch something with a redemptive theme like Devil (2010).
I’ve been in the mood for westerns lately when I’ve had time for extracurricular movie viewing: The Spoilers, Red River, Whispering Smith, Law and Order, Kansas Pacific, Kansas Raiders, The Hills Run Red, and The Professionals are the ones I’ve watched over the past few weeks. Westerns can furnish a really refreshing escape, momentarily, from the ugliness of living in a multicultural ghetto, enduring a feminist leftoid totalitarian workplace, and scrutinizing clips of Antifa violence on YouTube.
Hmm, maybe you need a Western with a John Wick body-count to boost morale.
The Wild Bunch is one of my favorite movies. I was on the verge of watching it with my dad a few nights ago, but opted for two shorter movies rather than one long one plus the special features. I might watch it tomorrow night.
And John Wick sucks, by the way.
Big time, I know. Better than the films was Keanu Reeves’ training.
If you want another good Peckinpah with a Wickean body count:
Also a good one. I tend to enjoy Warren Oates in about anything. Another one of my favorites with him is Race with the Devil.
It’s not a Western, but rural Spain looks similar. Great soundtrack, Eric Clapton, Paco de Lucia. (Have you seen The Counselor? Grim, but well done.)
Saw it. I liked it, but was frustrated with the way the John Hurt character cucked over the woman.
Haven’t seen The Counselor.
Jason Isaacs complains in interviews about what he calls antisemitism in Britain, but doesn’t seem to understand the answer, even though his parents returned to Israel. Israel has no Englishmen complaining about anti-Englishness, Isaacs. This is what different countries are for!