Beh, per una volta fa piacere anche a me non essere d'accordo con Felice Capretta (a parte gli Animatrix che sono davvero belli): questo "nuovo cinema americano" a me non piace per niente, Matrix, se hai letto Gibson è deludente, è un'idea molto forte usata per far sfoggio di effetti speciali da videogame, metà o più del film è un shoot-em-up senza joystick, per non parlare dei sequel. V non lo andrò neanche a vedere, ho letto parecchio però, e vi dirò che il finale dove tutti diventano uguali a V mi inquieta non poco, e non sono il solo, a quanto pare:

The climax sees thousands of Londoners converge on Parliament at V's appointed hour. Fine. But they all look like V, shod in identical mask, cap and cape. It's reminiscent of the black hoodies of Eminem's Mosh. I know it's easier to depict visually, but for the love of all that's anti-fascist, unity doesn't mean uniformity. Hell, abhorrance of diversity is one of fascism's most noxious and prominent traits. So the spectacle of an identically-costumed silent crowd marching with seeming mind-controlled precision doesn't exactly make my heart shout "Freedom forever!"

But even an antifascist of Woody Guthrie's pedigree found himself similarly wrongfooted on occasion. In "She Came Along to Me," first recorded for Billy Bragg and Wilco's Mermaid Avenue, Guthrie wrote

And all creeds and kinds and colors
Of us are blending
Till I suppose ten million years from now
We'll all be just alike

Same color, same size, working together
And maybe we'll have all of the fascists
Out of the way by then
Maybe so

Or maybe not, if it takes us all being the same size, kind, color and creed.

The world needs fewer uniforms, even on our side. We ought to be the irregulars.
(A Post-November 5th World)

Da buon nichilista ( ), il cinema americano che mi piace è quello dei Cohen, e poco altro.