What better celebration of mass murder can there be than the road movie.
As we mark the fourth year of crushed villages, mutilated bodies and over 650 thousand killed, the number four film at the box office is Wild Hogs, where we laugh at the reconstruction of masculinity through the roar of burning gas.
The biker adventure may remind one of the no less misogynist Easy Rider, but at least that film revealed the national sickness that provokes brutal imperialism.
Also immersed in 1960s misogyny, Godard's Week-end of 1967 remains unsurpassed at depicting the driver's indifference to slaughter.
Mangled vehicles and corpses appear everywhere as anti-heroes Roland and Corrine complain about the traffic.
For Iraq, it's not just that the invasion never happened--as our recently passed prophet Baudrillard said of the Gulf War--it's that the denial brings jubilation.
Hey Mr. President, thank you so much for not laying waste to a country so I can continue to drive my...
"Aaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaah!"
A woman wails in agony as flames spew from a three car wreck. A man, shirt soaked with blood, crawls on the ground.
"Mon sac! Mon sac est Hermes!"
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