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Between gigs as the smirkingly hip host of the “Weekend Update” on Saturday Night Live in the eighties and his present occupation as a soullessly carnage-enthused neocon radio maniac, Dennis Miller appeared in a handful of movies, one of which is the entertaining Tales from the Crypt Presents Bordello of Blood (1996), which followed Tales from the Crypt Presents Demon Knight (1995). Miller plays sleazy Jewish private dick Rafe Guttman, who is hired by prim Christian career woman Katherine Verdoux (Erika Eleniak) to find her brother Caleb (Corey Feldman), who has gone missing after visiting a whorehouse that doubles as a funeral home.

Bordello of Blood coverVampires, as this writer has discussed in further detail here and here, are symbolic stand-ins for the Jews; and Bordello of Blood, written by A.L. Katz and Gilbert Adler, who also directs, evinces a definite knowledge of this traditional understanding. Before being enticed into the vampires’ den of immortal vice, the mischievous Caleb is already doomed to a horrible fate. He does not share his sister’s Christian values, and wears a little Star of David patch on the back of his leather jacket. It seems to indicate that Caleb has been marked for death and foreshadows his later conversion into a happy-go-lucky parasite.

A further indication of the Jewishness of the vampire plague in Bordello of Blood is the choice of giving the name Lilith to the vampires’ queen (Angie Everhart). Lilith, in Hebrew mythology, is Adam’s rebellious first wife, the world’s earliest feminist, who told her husband, “I will not lie below” (i.e., with a man on top of her). In later elaborations of the Lilith myth, she has vampiric traits, and superstitious Jews feared her as a demon who preyed upon boys. In Bordello of Blood, a midget explorer (Phil Fondacaro) in the tradition of Indiana Jones restores Lilith to life, and hopes to keep her under control by means of a charm or “key” decorated with Stars of David. This prop, appropriately enough, is the key to understanding the film.

When Guttman goes to the whorehouse, posing as a horny customer so as to pick up some first-hand intelligence, he finds himself face to face with a vampire in dominatrix Tamara (Kiara Hunter), who of course intends to suck his blood. As Guttman begins to remove his shirt, she is horrified by what she at first mistakes for a crucifix, but is relieved to discover is only a Star of David pendant, to which vampires are clearly immune – another of the film’s indications of the affinity between Jews and vampires. Guttman, however, has no patience for Tamara’s sexual pushiness and succeeds in turning the tables on her and making his escape. During a later adventure, Guttman tracks the gore-gobblers to an abandoned factory, where he remarks, “I’m gettin’ some really bad juju off this place” – which is, of course, to say “Jew-Jew”.

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The “key” to Bordello of Blood

Another interesting feature of Bordello of Blood is Lilith’s relationship with a sleazy televangelist, Reverend Current, played by Fright Night’s Chris Sarandon. (The casting of an actor most closely associated with a vampire role as a Christian minister is itself highly provocative and intentionally insulting to Christians.) “You know, I can’t decide what to do with you,” the bloodsucking super-Jewess tells him in words that seem to resonate with a broader relevance to Jewish attitudes toward Christianity. “Should I kill you or let you live, make you my dog?” – by which she presumably means turning him into a John Hagee type of groveling Christian Zionist Shabbos goy. Lilith settles on the latter. “I want this sanctimonious shit to watch what happens now that I’m free,” she declares, referring to the sadistic, vampiric pleasure her kind derives from watching Christians squirm under the onslaught of the cultural rot inflicted upon them by the very ethno-parasites they revere as “God’s Chosen People”.

i_109_K57Current, though a corrupted man, is reluctant to acquiesce to such evil, and decides to stage a last-ditch effort to stop the vampires in their lair. “I, uh, I know I can’t fight you all, so I’ve come to join you,” he says – but just as no Jew can trust a Christian, no matter his protestations of good will, the vampires see through him and so the battle of the bordello commences, with Current and Guttman dispatching the Judaic creatures with holy water. The preacher, after containing his anti-Semitism for so many years, seems to experience a cathartic thrill in setting the vampire sluts ablaze, consigning them to the flames of a veritable whore-Holocaust. This sequence, significantly, plays out to the tune of the Sweet’s glam rock song “Ballroom Blitz” – the word “blitz” carrying a strong association with a certain European anti-Semitic initiative.

During the final confrontation with Lilith, which takes place in the TV studio where Current does his Christian crusade program, Guttman uses a laser to scorch a cross into the vampire bitch’s back, after which Katherine impales the hag with a populist pitchfork. A rabbi (Robert Rozen) then “consecrates” Lilith’s remains – this mumbo jumbo, one assumes, is some sort of “good Jew-Jew” – after which Guttman and Katherine are free to commence interfaith miscegenation – one of Bordello of Blood’s obligatory concessions to cultural Marxist expectations. A further surprise awaits the viewer, but this writer does not intend to spoil it.

Rainer Chlodwig von Kook

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Anthony Zerbe and Keanu Reeves talk encrypted shop in The Matrix Reloaded.

Anthony Zerbe and Keanu Reeves talk encrypted shop in The Matrix Reloaded.

In the Jewish supremacist film The Matrix Reloaded (2003), Neo (Keanu Reeves) has a ruminative chat with Councilor Hamann (Anthony Zerbe) about the relationship between man and machine in Zion. In addition to references elsewhere in the film to sheep and steak (i.e., goy cattle), the subtext of Jewish superiority becomes clear in these characters’ attitudes toward the subservient machines that sustain their people. Neo notes in passing that “there are no young men on the Council” to which Hamann belongs, so that the latter’s words are to be understood by the redpilled viewer as the pronouncements of an Elder of Zion.

Elder: I like to be reminded this city survives because of these machines [i.e., the Shabbos goyim]. These machines are keeping us alive while other machines [i.e., anti-Semites and Muslims] are coming to kill us. Interesting, isn’t it? The power to give life and the power to end it.

Neo: We have the same power.

Elder: I suppose we do, but [. . . ] I can’t help thinking that in a way we are plugged into them.

Neo: But we control these machines, they don’t control us.

Elder: Of course not. How could they? The idea is pure nonsense, but it does make one wonder, just what is control?

Neo: If we wanted, we could shut these machines down.

Elder: That’s it, you hit it. That’s control, isn’t it? If we wanted, we could smash them to bits. Although, if we did, we’d have to consider what would happen to our lights, our heat*, our air.

Neo: So we need machines and they need us.

In a later scene, Neo meets the Matrix’s anti-Semitic “Architect” (German-born actor Helmut Bakaitis), who explains as an image of Hitler flashes across several monitors in the background that he had to redesign the Matrix to account for the troublesome behavior of humans/Zionists. The Matrix with which the viewers of films like this one find themselves confronted is, of course, of Jewish provenance rather than anti-Semitic, and the robotic Sentinels that detect and destroy human dissent are more likely to take the form of organizations like the ADL and SPLC rather than the National Socialist German Workers Party.

The Matrix endures . . . for now.

Rainer Chlodwig von Kook

*Ronald L. Eisenberg explains that, “In the Mishnah, the Rabbis enumerated 39 major categories (with hundreds of subcategories) of labor that were forbidden (avot melakhah) based on the types of work that were related to the construction of the Tabernacle in the wilderness, which ceased on the Sabbath (Shab. 7:2). Activities that cannot be performed on the Sabbath are basic tasks” such as “kindling a flame (lighting, extinguishing)”. These are reserved for the Shabbos goy.

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Proto-psychedelic Golem advert

(Are You Gentiles Experienced?)

Paul Wegener’s film The Golem: How He Came into the World (1920), in addition to being one of the standout examples of expressionism in the silent cinema, serves as a sadly, humorously revealing commentary on Jew-gentile relations in modern times.

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Director, star, and effeminate smoker Paul Wegener

The Golem (at least in the version available from Kino) opens with whimpering violins over a strange night sky, the constellations foretelling misfortune for Prague’s Jews. The augury proves to have been all too true when Florian (Lothar Muthel), a knight-emissary of the Emperor (Otto Gebuhr), makes known to the Jews a decree of imminent expulsion on account of their traffic in black magic and disrespect for the host people’s Christian observances. An urgent convocation of the ghetto Elders is held.

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In the Ghetto

Then, as now, Jewish women’s exotic wiles are drafted into battle on behalf of Jehovah’s Chosen. Miriam (Lyda Salmonova), a rabbi’s sultry hussy of a daughter, is encouraged to seduce Florian so as to promote amicable relations and buy the Jews some time to get a good plot into action.

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Miriam lets Florian cop a feel

As Lasha Darkmoon explains in her essay “Sex and the Jews” at The Occidental Observer,

In all the great European cities, a certain type of prostitute was always to be found: exotic and semi-Asiatic in appearance. She was Jewish, and she was very much in demand. The word “Jewess” therefore entered the language as a loose synonym for “Jewish prostitute”.

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Jewish whore archetype Fran Drescher

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Drescher gapes at the sight of a cock

The United States of America not having come into being yet, the Prague Jews have no imperial lobby with which to marshal the gentiles into internecine and international conflicts. This being the case, wise Rabbi Low (Albert Steinruck) does what comes naturally, dons his conical sorcerer’s cap, and calls up an ugly demon, Astaroth, to help him procure the primitive medieval equivalent of a weapon of mass destruction – a Golem! – in this case played by director Paul Wegener.

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The demon Astaroth – what would a rabbi do without him?

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Golem – Shogun Assassin

Astaroth gives Rabbi Low a magic word, which, when written on a piece of paper, stuffed into a pentagram broach, and attached to the Golem’s chest, brings the hulking clay figure to life, transforming it into a potentially terrible instrument of Judaic vengeance.

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Ghetto Superstar

In the beginning, though, the rabbi just has the thing chopping wood and running errands for him, the Emperor’s decree of expulsion seeming to have lost some of its urgency momentarily. But after awhile, the rabbi decides to take the Golem with him to the Emperor’s court for a demonstration – the entertainment industry being just as much a focus of Jewish thirst for power and prestige in the sixteenth century as today.

Having wowed the gawking goyim with the novelty of his Golem, Rabbi Low hopes to gain their sympathy by giving them all a lesson in the history of Jewish suffering. To this end, he conjures up a supernatural vision, the medieval wizard’s equivalent of Schindler’s List, depicting the Wandering Jew and masses of ancient brethren trudging sorrowfully through the desert sands.

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Wandering Jew stops for directions

Unfortunately, the flick is a flop, the Emperor’s court erupts into laughter, and Rabbi Low, furious now at having cast pearls of pathos before such gentile swine, decides to “pull it” and – in a microcosmic application of the Samson Option – bring the palace down on their heads, complete with courtiers leaping 9/11-style out of the windows as pillars topple and the roof collapses.

The Emperor, fearing for his life, implores the Rabbi to save him, promising to protect the Jews’ status in his land if the sorcerer complies. Satisfied, the rabbi commands the Golem to stop tearing the place apart, and the creature supports the crumbling ceiling with its powerful arms.

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Golem raises the roof

The ghetto is saved – but only briefly. Rabbi Low’s associate Famulus (Ernst Deutsch), jealous at finding Florian in Miriam’s room, unleashes the angry Golem on him.

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Hater and beta Famulus wearing a big symbolic zero

In a sequence of events prefiguring similar situations in Frankenstein (1931) and King Kong (1933), the Golem throws Florian from a tower and leers lustfully over Miriam before blundering out into the world on its own, setting the neighborhood on fire, and eventually having a tender, vaguely pedophiliac encounter with a small gentile child outside the ghetto gates. Ironically, it is this little girl who finally brings the big brute’s rampage to an end when she peels the pentagram battery off the Golem’s chest.

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Talmudic studies

Rabbi Low and the Elders, who have been frantically searching for the Golem all the while, are immensely relieved to discover its immobile husk outside the gates. Demonstrating the double-edged sword of Zionist conspiracy, the Golem has very nearly brought its own people to ruin. Had it been allowed to wreak too much havoc outside the gates – had it, for instance, been caught butchering or molesting a child – the Prague Jews would have faced the riled gentiles and been driven out or destroyed.

And so, just as expeditiously as the Ground Zero crime scene was swept under the rug, with evidence destroyed and shipped as scrap metal to China by the 9/11 culprits, the Elders quickly whisk the Golem back into the ghetto, where the secrets of their satanic technological arts will remain occult.

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Golem footprints, NYC

Politics aside, The Golem: How He Came into the World is a remarkable specimen of silent fantasy cinema, its warped, expressionistic sets warranting special mention. Even its relatively rudimentary special effects – with, for instance, lightning simulated by squiggly lines scratched directly onto the film – are inventive and charmingly picturesque. Both as a historical revelation and a work of art, The Golem is a film that deserves to be seen by Semite and anti-Semite alike.

[For further Golem-related reading and viewing, see “Assassin as a Metaphor for Broadcast Zionism“.]

The Christmas Gift (1986) ****  John Denver, who in 1972 extolled his “Rocky Mountain High”, heads back to his beloved Rockies for this decent television production. Denver plays George Billings, a New York architect and recent widower who travels to Colorado for Christmas along with his little daughter Alex (Gennie James, who appeared in another TV movie, A Smoky Mountain Christmas, that same December). Ostensibly, Billings is on vacation and only seeking a change of scenery in the rustic hamlet of Georgetown; but Billings’s callous and greedy employer, Mr. Renfield (Edward Winter), has actually sent him to scout and survey the location of a future commercial development.

Billings begins to have second thoughts about the plan, however, when he meets local beauty Susan (Jane Kaczmarek) and comes to an appreciation of Georgetown’s unspoiled small-town charm and innocence. Exactly how innocent becomes clear to Billings when he realizes that even the adults in this backwater still believe in Santa Claus. Some in the town have fallen on hard times – chief among these being rancher Jake (Kurtwood Smith, whom viewers may remember as one of the villains in the original RoboCop), who has been unable to pay his debts and faces impending foreclosure – so that the lucrative proposition of Mr. Renfield, who has the connivance of Georgetown’s well-meaning Mayor Truesdale (James T. Callahan), presents a genuine temptation to a community faced with the difficult choice of modernizing and so losing its identity or struggling on and facing a possible future as a ghost town.

John Denver is effortlessly likable in the lead, and gets to sing one of his own songs, “Love Again” (from his 1986 One World album), in addition to joining with townsfolk for a couple of Christmas carols. Gennie James is cute, Jane Kaczmarek is wholesomely sexy, and Pat Corley (Murphy Brown), who comes across as a poor man’s Jonathan Winters, is amusing in his role of daffy old taxi driver Bud, with clown-faced veteran character actress Mary Wickes adding some extra color as Bud’s hotel proprietress sister. The Christmas Gift is harmless fun and worth an unwrapping if shoppers are snowbound, particularly since (as of writing) it has been uploaded in its entirety to YouTube. The Christmas Gift gets 4 out of 5 stars.

Christmas Gift

From Rocky Mountain High to Mount Zion rock bottom . . .

Israel O Blessed Israel!Israel, O Blessed Israel! (1992) **  Subtitled A Gospel Music Journey in the Holy Land, this dogforsaken howler from the VHS ejection heap is part sermon, part cheapjack music video, part travelogue, and part symbolic act of fellatio performed for the gratification of organized Jewry. Pat Boone, who shamelessly threw in with the Zionist lot back in 1960 when he warbled the overwrought anthem to Otto Preminger’s six-million-hour Israeli epic Exodus, returns to glowingly tread the paths that Jesus Christ Himself walked, sing some hymns, and drum up tourism dollars for America’s favorite Middle Eastern welfare case.

The show opens with “Israel, O Blessed Israel”, probably the worst piece of junk Boone ever recorded, stinking up the place over images of innocent children, flowers, mountains, and the majestically fluttering Israeli flag. Has-been Boone almost seems to fancy himself a kind of peripatetic holy man as he wanders about in his clean white shirt, beige slacks, and all-American tennis shoes – with a picture of Jesus disconcertingly fading into Boone’s faintly evil features at one point. In addition to singing tepid arrangements of “How Great Thou Art” and other standards, Boone recites uplifting passages from the scriptures – promising, for instance, that Israel’s enemies “will forever be destroyed” – and, so as to drive home the all-important point of the Savior’s Jewishness, more than once makes a point of referring to Jesus as “a rabbi”.

Unintentional humor occurs as a slack-jawed camel comes lumbering into view in slow motion to the tune of “O Little Town of Bethlehem” and when a fly whizzes by Boone’s head as he renders “In the Garden”. For some reason, viewers are treated to the famous ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, and Jacques-Louis David’s Oath of the Horatii also makes an unexpected appearance. The tape even takes a brief turn for the scary, slipping into gray, vague, and indiscernible visuals, when Boone recounts a hoary anecdote about reanimated skeletons. To its credit, Israel, O Blessed Israel! does provide a showcase for the country’s bountiful natural beauties and impressive air of antiquity, but let these commendations not lead prospective viewers into any undue temptation, for this VHS relic, verily, brethren, is for hardcore schlock aficionados and Zio-masochists only. 2 out of 5 blue Stars of David.

Assassin

An intriguing feature of Assassin (1986), an enjoyable TV movie written and directed by Amityville Horror screenwriter Sandor Stern, is that it may, in some aspects, serve as a metaphor for Zionist-controlled news and entertainment media, whether this is the film’s intention or not.

Stern, who in recent years has written unimaginative liberal diatribes (“Dear Republican Friends . . .”) at SuicideGirlsBlog, is no friend of gentiles and not likely to have designed his film as a cautionary allegory about Zionist disinformation for the benefit of his audience of action fans; but is it not possible that, perhaps from some sense of arrogant mischief, veteran television writer Stern has facetiously encrypted his film with insights into his medium’s motives?

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Sandor Stern

Assassin‘s Terminator-inspired plot has CIA operative Henry Stanton (Konrad Robert Falkowski, alias Robert Conrad) coming out of retirement and teaming up with a feminist cybernetics specialist, Mary Casallas (Night Court alumnus Karen Brammer, alias Karen Austin) to stop a renegade government android, Robert Golem (Richard Young), from living up to the title by assassinating all of the figures on its secret hit list.

“The ‘Robert’ I can understand; it’s close to ‘robot’,” Stanton observes. “But who dug up the ‘Golem’?” “Folklore,” Casallas explains. “There was a zealot rabbi in sixteenth century Prague. He created a clay creature, called it ‘Golem’. Brought it to life to protect the Jews from persecution. Ironically, it turned on its creators.” Is Assassin a model of entertainment-media-as-Golem, and has it, too, playfully turned against its masters by giving away something of their game?

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Robert Golem’s creator is Philip Dewberry, described as an impersonal cipher of a man. “He had no sense of humor,” Casallas recounts, and lived only for experimentation. “How can you work with a man six or seven years and not know him any better than the inside of a television set?” Stanton asks her. “It was three years and he was the inside of a television set,” Casallas answers enigmatically.

Robert Golem, like a walking, talking, CIA-approved television set, is programmed with an agenda and even has a plug that it can stick into a socket to power itself. Though a soulless, inhuman murderer, Golem is charming, seductive, and furtive – silently invading an apartment as a lonely, oblivious woman (Nancy Lenehan) drinks herself into a stupor and watches a romance-oriented game show. As to how something as seemingly harmless as television plays at assassination, just consider the mainstream media’s treatment of “tinfoil hat” (i.e., antiwar) candidate Ron Paul. Robert Golem’s targets, like those of the Zionist news media, are opponents of the military-industrial complex.

The android-Golem, despite being monstrously powerful and virtually impervious, does, fortunately for Agent Stanton, have one physical weakness – its belly. And fortunately for those who abhor what the Zionist-controlled television networks have done and are doing to western civilization on a nightly and unrelenting basis, TV, too, also has a weakness at the center of its nourishment – in that it can be switched off.

The Possession, or as I prefer to dub it, The Jewish Exorcist – or, alternately, Yahweh Got Game – is at heart a neurotic family drama set in motion by the divorce of apparently secular Jewish parents Clyde and Stephanie Breneck (Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Kyra Sedgwick).   Expectedly, this has upset the lives of their adolescent daughters Hannah (Madison Davenport) and, more markedly, Emily (Natasha Calis).  Even worse, Mrs. Breneck has begun dating an Anglo-Saxon dentist and Wagner fan (Grant Show) – which is to say, a crypto-Nazi on all three counts – thus further diminishing the chance that this broken family will ever be put back together again.

Shit really starts to hit the fan, though, when Mr. Breneck buys Emily a mysterious wooden box at a yard sale.  We know the box is bad news because, in an earlier scene an old woman, its previous owner, hears it whispering Jewish gibberish at her and decides to try to beat it with a hammer, but only gets a thrashing and body-slamming from an invisible entity for her trouble.  Her son, a nice middle-aged Jewish boy who just then happened to be stopping by to visit Momma, sees nothing wrong with passing the curse on to somebody else if he can make a buck, and sells the troublesome antique to unsuspecting Mr. Breneck.  Slightly reminiscent of the Hellraiser puzzle box, but scarier because it’s bigger, covered with Hebrew abracadabra, and full of creepy, crusty Jewish stuff, this “box” – which, unfortunately for everyone involved, contains a dybbuk, or cranky, perpetually whispering, old Jewish hag, plus a host of annoying Jewish moths that infest the house – becomes an immediate obsession of pubescent Emily, who develops a sharp possessiveness and sensitivity about having her “box” touched, preferring, rather, that she should be the only one to handle her “box”.

Tragically, several people, beginning with her father, also want to touch Emily’s “box”, and that always leads to trouble.  When he becomes concerned that the “box” is causing Emily to misbehave, Mr. Breneck tosses it into a dumpster, but that only causes her to run out of the house, psychically pinpoint and retrieve it, and vomit a lot of Jewish moths.  When a mischievous schoolmate touches her “box”, he gets a vicious feminist beatdown, and when her black teacher, Miss Shandy, i.e., shady shine or schvartse shiksa (Brenda Crichlow), confiscates Emily’s “box” and then, like a street thug, tries to prize it open with a knife, her eyes start leaking blood and before you know it the “box” has asserted its will and exacted its Jewish revenge.  The crypto-Nazi dentist, who never touches Emily’s “box” but probably wants to, must, of course, also be punished, if only for liking Wagner operas; and, after Emily lures him toward her by giving him come-hither goth-slut stares, she grabs some well-deserved Holocaust reparations by telekinetically and bloodily extracting all of his Anglo-Saxon teeth.

Mr. Breneck, fortunately, has seen the original Exorcist and realizes he’s in over his head; consequently, after surfing the net and watching some exorcism videos, he gets religion and drives to New York to try to guilt-trip some rabbis into helping a brother out.  One of them, Tzadok (“Hasidic Reggae Superstar” Matisyahu) – the titular Jewish Exorcist! – mans up and agrees to throw down and from that point you just know the dybbuk’s days in possession of little Emily are numbered.  Jewish mystical mumbo-jumbo, after all, is pungent medicine, and – while less frequently prescribed, perhaps, than other varieties of movie mumbo-jumbo – easily trumps medievalist Tolkien tomfoolery, voodoo, gypsy curses, santeria, snake-charming, evangelical tongue-speaking and laying-on of hands, and costumed Catholic Latin-spouting and incense-swinging, for instance, as the premier form of unrestricted spiritual warfare on the silver screen.

Disorienting aerial shots occasionally remind us that Yahweh, like some sociopathic, masturbating voyeur, is watching everything that happens on earth, and can smite the gentiles at any moment the sanctity of the Jewish “box” is challenged.  He, in His omnipresence, is the true hero or the vengeful eminence grise of The Jewish Exorcist.  Through His unwitting agent, the dybbuk, He orchestrates and manifests His almighty will; and, while the dybbuk is identified as a force of “evil”, we must grant that this vicious old hag has ultimately effected a positive outcome by causing, albeit unintentionally, the reunion of a family and presumably also the eventual restoration of the Yahweh-approved sacrament of holy matrimony.

Unintentionally funny more often than scary, The Jewish Exorcist does, in its defense, contain two or three moments that could pass for a species of low-voltage suspense, and the actors are generally fun to watch as they make total fools of themselves.

Ideological Content Analysis indicates that The Jewish Exorcist is:

3. Racist and especially anti-Negro.  Mr. Breneck is a college basketball coach by profession and in one scene we see him in action, honing his team by means of a peculiar imaginary ball exercise.  The Jewish Exorcist would have us understand that black guys wouldn’t even know how to dribble a ball unless there was a Jewish professor on hand to tell them how it’s done and train them by means of a creative psychological experiment.  Apart from this scene and the aforementioned sorrowful fate of Miss Shandy, there is the conspicuously placed deflated basketball amid the wreckage resulting from the film’s final jump-scare: a reminder that the achievements of blacks are as nothing compared to the will of Yahweh and His plan for His chosen people – a caveat, in short, that Yahweh Got Game.

2. Pro-marriage/pro-family.

1. Zionist/anti-miscegenation.  “Keep your filthy gentile hands off my Jewish ‘box’!” wails this hysterical horror flick at every opportunity.  The sanctity of the crusty, moth-filled Jewish “box” must be guarded at all costs and by all necessary violent means.  Significantly, when Miss Shandy tries messing with Emily’s “box”, a ghostly breeze enters the room from nowhere and the miniature American flag on her desk starts flapping energetically, signifying that whenever the national chastity of the Zionist “box” is threatened, spirito-militaristic Israeli-American patriotism will be invoked and wrathful Yahweh will visit neoconservatism mercilessly upon the earth.

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