"Malena"

My Rating: + + + + (out of 5)

Malena: Monica Bellucci
Renato: Giuseppi Sulfaro

An Italian movie produced in 2000, nominated for a couple of academy awards. Available in DVD.

This is how the jews do it -- even if only indirectly (I detected only one obvious jewish name in the producers list). How they poison us. Sweetly. Irresistibly. A heaping teaspoon of luscious Malena helps the medicine go down. The medicine is recognition of the innate "intolerance" of pre-ZOG small-town White world (in this case fascist war-time Italy). Oh we're so thankful the "Americans" won and cured us of that little foible once and for all.

Interestingly, given the required lesson, there are no niggers forced into your face and consciousness (if there were I wouldn't be recommending this film). Just rather fascinating gesticulating presumably ordinary White Italians. And yet the movie manages to get across its anti-white genocidal theme. Clever these jews (even when they're not immediately much involved). You see, these characters expose the depth and pervasiveness of the White disease of intolerance -- not against a nigger or a kike or a mestizo. No, against a mouth-wateringly lovely dark-haired White beauty from the next TOWN!!! Now that's intolerance! Of course, beneath the intolerance is the envy and jealousy of the local plainer Marias trying by force of mouth to get their men's attention back on them. But there's always some form of White envy behind the White race's innate intolerance of whoever, isn't there? And always remember:

White intolerance leads to racism and racism leads to to to to to to to WHITE RACISTS murdering SIX MILLION JEWS. Oh my god!!! Such a calamity -- just thinking about the dire possibilities makes me want to put the whole town in prison for ten years. Well, let's just do it -- just in case. Pre-emptive strike.

Back to Malena.

Since the movie is niggerless and Whitefull and since we're immune to jew poison and can ignore and even laugh about it, I heartily recommend this charming movie. Mostly, so that you get to look at and think about Malena for a couple of hours. What a treat! After your first look -- unless you're really a jaded Kwa-ite (up to here with internet porn beauty -- too bad for you) -- you'll be like every other man in this town, your tongue joyfully hanging out following her every move through every little street, around every little corner, up every quaint little stone staircase.

And, as icing, you'll get a kick out of the gesticulating, emotional times ten Italian characters at every turn.

Without telling you too much, I'll just say it's about two people who say not more than one sentence to each other in the whole movie and their whole lives but who each change each other's whole life. Neat, eh? A young boy coming (quite a lot, somewhat unfortunately if naturally, of that in the movie) of age -- of age to see a beautiful woman as a beautiful woman -- as siren song drawing luring him into so longed-for manhood.

A word about one scene -- the brutality of the townswomen. For perspective compare their brutality with that of the daily American nigger variety. Though you may not think it while watching it, the Italians' has an underlying, slightly civilized restraint. Niggers have no restraint ever -- unless it's the restraint of a White man's rope around their stinking sweat-dripping necks.

Look. There's a damn good reason for intolerance. Intolerance preserves the local gene line. What a cost we pay because we've managed to be tricked out of our perfectly natural intolerance.