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Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay, courtesy Moby in Sadly No’s comments.

This really is a forthcoming movie. I can’t begin to articulate my what, rage? Sickness? No, neither are quite it. That someone in Hollywood apparently thinks routine torture and injustice are are just a normal hazard of life to make comedy (and a buck) out of speaks volumes to me about just how far down the rabbithole we’ve gone.

What kind of bizarro world are we in when scriptwriters see torture as normal?

From that limited clip that movie doesn’t look much like satire to me; it looks like a moviie whose makers, far from recoiling from torture, are revelling in their government’s criminality, treating crimes against humanity as just another saleable commodity to yuk it up over and market. No doubt they’d say if challenged that they are telling necessary truths through the medium of comedy.and that even mentioning Guantanamo Bay and US torture in a mainstream movie is transgressional and satirical in itself.

I’d say bollocks to that.

The creators of this movie – who surely know their intended audience down to the tiniest demographic – have shown their deep and abiding cynicism by adding gratuitously large amounts of and tits and ass. Oh and pussy too, just to make assurance doubly sure that it sells.

They’ll make milions, how can they fail? Harold and Kumar Gitmo has everything to appeal to the nihilistic, materialistic and disaffected young – torture, cheap anal rape jokes, tits and ass, torture, cheap dick jokes, more torture and plenty of drug references so mviegoers can turn and look at each other with a complicit smile and go heh, yeah, cool.

The whole movie’s an aknowledgement that OK, our government are torturing murdering bastards, but so effing what? Eat cockmeat suckers! Who could ask for more? It’s the perfect movie. Pass the popcorn, whoop, whoop! Go Hollywood, Go, go USA!

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Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt, washed the t-shirt 23 times, threw the t-shirt in the ragbag, now I'm polishing furniture with it.