The Delirium of Italy

"The mind of man had thought of everything, except for that which was beyond its comprehension." The opening narrator.

One wakes with mind on the verge of mental collapse after ingesting oxidant rich salad, now a luxury, and realizes borderline corrosive throbbing is tied to the freight train engines. As far as I'm aware, the constant vibrating, before the age of 50, never added to agitation, but now I understand the residential distress with it. Management suggested the tenant's council contact Jim, but not even WPVI can alter the fact that tracks run behind the buildings of this so called optimal city location. Harryhausen seemed to grasp this urban dissonance in 20 Miles to Earth. The film opens like a third world apocalypse recovery operation, since, after all, if the lord of animation wants to vacation in Rome, the studio can sign on Sicilian fishermen to clamber around Hollywood's quaint variation on man's destruction of its own toys. Then the plot veers into the territory of the great and chilling Andromeda Strain, which is one of the best science fiction films the US ever made about the destructive potential of viruses, and then it slowly turns on exotic life form in a capsule transforming into a mythic Titan. The battle with the elephant still provokes the child's love of pachyderms into a lethal protest: Okay, kill the motherfucker now for mortally wounding an African poacher's main source of sustenance.

Both the script and the direction of 20 Million toy with expectations, one of the few films of its kind to transplant the Godzilla monster into the Old World passing the buck to the American superpower, warning its redeemer of its own potential folly, but it seems to be a film within a film, with Roman provincialism suggesting an alternate route which Juran declined to pursue, all for the sake of the commercial success of bread and circuses.

To the extent that Zakaria is rehashing the statistician generated news item, I want to remind my ambulatory readers of one thing: My academic mentors and family were correct in my university transfer being a costly mistake, but condemning me to 30 years of being stuck in the same place is a punishment far exceeding the impulse. I had the same expectations of economic self-sufficiency as any ambulatory white individual with a college degree, and the welfare system I've utilized to fail in that career is too punitive. I did not ask to survive with cerebral palsy, to be carved up like ham on an orthopedic assembly line only to be brow beaten the rest of my life by case managers and vindictive rental agents, as I fall out of competitive markets to millennials and their digital graphic expertise. May 2016 be the year of the leap I'll survive just a while longer.