Friday, November 18, 2011
Black Genius Saves World While Tenderly Protecting White Women; White Men Are Helpless Bystanders
How Steven Soderbergh's Contagion (2011) was able to turn a global pandemic into such a snore-inducing film is beyond me. Perhaps if he wasn't so concerned with being PC (which, in the Anti-White Media lexicon stands for Post-Caucasian more than it stands for Politically Correct) he would have given more thought to how he might keep his audience awake.
But he just had to make his film Post-Caucasian. This requires white male characters to be stupid janitors who don't even know that you don't ask the black head of the Center for Disease Control about diagnosing your kid's autism. "I'm not that kind of doctor" Laurence Fishburne informs the dolt.
The film is little more than slow-motion vignettes of Fishburne talking to his white female colleagues. Together, they save planet earth.
Compare Kate Winslet's respectful, attentive, careful, concerned, engaged gaze at Fishburne at :39, with the way in which, in the scene immediately after, she blows off the big white male dork that she has been forced to work with (1:01). Note how the white guy just can't keep up in the airport. He's only there to hold Winslet back from saving humanity: "I'd like to get started if that's POSSIBLE" she says (1:13).
As if the special relationship of late-night, tender phone calls with one driven, white female CDC doctor isn't enough for this film, Fishburne also must be shown in another, insightful, productive, tender relationship with Jennifer Ehle's character. It's the same relationship, doubled-up, reinforcing the film's ideological arc: white men are bystanders to the black man and white women who show professionalism and courage.
Fishburne, despite heavy emotional ties with his white female staff, is married to a black woman who, conveniently, gets attacked by masked white males(!) Another white male, who challenges Fishburne's credibility (Jude Law), proves in the end to be yet another unscrupulous criminal(!)
Can you believe that fifty years have passed between Flame in the Streets (1961), (discussed in our last post) and this year's Contagion?
FIFTY YEARS of Anti-White Media propaganda. Let's all wish an unhappy birthday and a short life to this civilization-destroying mental contagion.