In Which we Have a Sunny Thrlller and the defeat of the evil one

Hello my good friend and good evening, a happy Saturday! How have you been this week? Hopefully it was a good one? Hope you are well? I do wish you the best. I am okay, one day at a time. I feel burn out constantly, my hobbies betray me, which is such a terrible eventuality. But, I mean, in relative health. Health is important. It is true I have been feeling a bit lonely, a stalking sentiment that plagues me, but I am okay, I'd say.

As for news, nothing exciting, I did listen to a musical today, another one by Andrew Lloyd Webber, it is called Sunset Boulevard, and my God, the music is the best I ever listened to in a musical, but what a grim, dark tale. And it does not bring itself to be, it does not presents itself that way. In fact, quite the opposite. How can anything be gloomy in mid century California, on the volatile, at its height, movie industry, with all the beautiful flashlights that come with it? Well... I hate to spoil, but I must. If you want to listen to the story yourself, maybe it is the time to turn away, but in case you want to proceed with me here for now, it does start in that dynamic energy of a healthy LA of a Thriving American mid century. It does not linger on such upbeat for long, soon it will turn into a drama, a very personal one. This is act 1, ending in a heartbreaking tone. Well, that is actually the height of the show. Act 2 has a bit more drama, it seems to be crawling away from the worst of it, and then BAM, wow, the whole thing all at once turn into a psychological horror, claustrophobic and terrifying, in ways that even Phantom of the Opera failed to go. When the plot is finally revealed, the personal drama we saw at the beginning was the tip of the iceberg, and the protagonist will not finish the show with his head above his shoulders. 

The music is just amazing, I cannot get enough of it, it makes the whole thing torturing, because you want to leave because the story is getting unbearably and loudly dark, but the music pulls you in, there is no escape, alas. It is a very personal tragedy and with haunting implications, and yet, it offers us a view on why America is great, and it helps to point on the fact Marxism, if not the most destructive force for evil, in fact is a bad joke of a gnostic cult, disguised in pretentious unbearable resentful academicism, and economic illiteracy. Why do I say that? It is fact that Marxists are, if anytbing, people with terrible eyesight and no imagination. These is what make them, well, marxists. I love America, because the volatile society, so descentralized, so individual and so mobile, without anything assembling a "class society" of Old Europe, that puts their brain into survival mode, they hate it. The reason the american socialists are so bitter is because they have to work extra hard to fit a narrative in a country that in fact defies even gravity, and in the best way possible. I am not, under any circumstance, trashing Europe, either. Europe is beautiful! Its kings and queens, its prices and princesses, and its nobles and townsmen. I am a monarchist at heart, for crying out loud. And even in this enchanted place, that disgusting theory that is a sad excuse for the devil to unleash its destructive power, does not fit in. But is is easier for the bad academics to frame Europe in their lenses, in a place with more traditional roles, even if individual life laughs at any pretention on both sides. If even there Marxism has no place, in America? It is where their brains go to explode in fury, for in this infinite puzzle that is the glory of the new world, they can't make apples and oranges. Why am I saying all this? Well, because Sunset is one other part where the marxist theory is looked in the eye and mocked as much as it deserve, which is never enough. How can one communist frame a play with so much nuance, so much personal drama? They don't know people, they would prefer not to tell anyone apart, and this is one reason their cultural production only makes itself present, if at all, if no other framing is available, by some tragic fate. This is why they want to choke all dissenters, they cannot survive on diversity. Sunset is all of that, you cannot pinpoint a clear villain or a flawless hero that is also oppressed. There is no weak to be raised above the strong, and there is no strong to be topple down in the first place. There, one place where the most deadly theory ever deviced goes to die a well deserved death. Curtains go off, we roar in applause, and dance on the grave, dance not of spite but of relief. We are safe, safe from mind frames, a world with no more night, California shines again. Even in horror, beauty. The beauty of such marvelous flawed freedom. I'd have it no other way.

So, this is my small assessment, a personal one, over Sunset Boulevard, the most sunny psychological thriller I have ever dare to listen to. It will likely haunt me for the rest of this season, given the music is so good, so so good. But anyway, I suppose this is time to wrap today's entry! I think I wrote even more than I should for a small journal, for an unpretentious opinion piece. Again, thank you so much for being here! Happy to see you once again, if anything. God bless you, I wish you the best! When should I be back? Hopefully at some point by next week! Maybe I will have some other thoughts to share, and if not, we'll just talk on life and stuff, that is okay by me as well, maybe you will like it too? Farewell! See you again sooner than we both think it will be.