Pretty ass. It made me think about mimesis and mystification, and of course the objective-subjective kernel of the movie. It must be thought of as propaganda, but the kind that our civilization makes. North Korea is at the edge of that civilization, and has a different mode of production. The fairytale understanding of the country and its conceit of a rollicking regime change bromance phantasy is the objective kernel of this film, the objective kernel of one slice of capitalist…

The sexual relation is instantiated in the chthonic thread between Ellen’s animal consciousness and Count Orlok, who looks like a Skyrim boss and has been stripped of all his gauche, primeval bisexuality. That mystique has been replaced with CGI garbage and shitty washed-out color corrected slop that the Hollywood capitalists expectorate out of the carefully means-tested, focus-grouped and callibrated intestines of cinematic production. Their experts have clearly concluded we want a trauma-focused, hamfisted and didactic Lambian Tales of Murnau where…