Bury me behind the monitor. Day is here fading
That's when, I would say
I flirt with suicide
Sometimes kill the pain.
I can always say
"It's Gonna Be Better Tomorrow"
Falling away from me
Falling away from me
All right, Angel. Yes, Angelochka. Angel, damn it. Angelo, swing it in my groin. Angelo, what the fuck?
Okay, I'm fine.
The target audience is a great thing. Manufacturers already know who will benefit from what they produce. A bald man will never buy a comb, a man will never buy tampons, and cynics like me will never watch Angela. But there are moments in life... More precisely, 16 long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long long long, long, long, long, largos, lung, he, lange, μεγάλη, гло, гло, ло, ло, ло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, гло, pit, гло, pit, гло, гло, гло, гло, pit,
The target audience will consist of approximately the following categories.
1. Who loves Russian animation?
2. Who loves Leonid Andreev
3. Who likes d (Ushevna / Yeshev) symbolism
4. Who believes in God?
5. Impressive
6. Poetic creations
But it can't be shown to us cynics. This movie takes the whole soul out of us and fills the castor. It's so painful. I'm sick of this star suffering, sorry. I didn’t cry when Mufasa died, I don’t think some damn Angel will touch me. Let's look at it.
Yeeeeee. No, no, I can't, I can't. I'm dying, this little cartoon is literally killing me from the first seconds. Already with its ugly-pseudopetrovsk style of animation. Yes, fans of this cartoon can say that this is such an original style, conveying a terrible and hopeless atmosphere of the scene. But in fact, it just makes the cartoon look disgusting. No, I can't stand this nightmare. What a hard job it is. Saint Bukowski, help me.
From somewhere above, a rude voice is heard. Just living until you die is hard work. Oh, Saint Bukowski, patron of all cynics, you have come. Help me, I need to write a review of “Angel”, but I can not do it, it is hopeless. What do I do? “Writers are desperate people, and when they have hope, they cease to be writers.” I understand you, but how do I concentrate this despair into normal writing? “When you’re drunk, the world is still out there, but at least it doesn’t hold you by the throat.” So you're suggesting I get drunk? “Sex is a great thing only when there is nothing else to do.” What? “Show me a lonely man who, living himself, keeps the kitchen in order, and I will prove in 8 cases out of 9 that he has a disgusting character.” Wait, are you just putting your quotes on? “When bad things happen, you drink to forget; when good things happen, you drink to celebrate; when nothing happens, you drink to make something happen.” Okay, thanks anyway, Charles, I learned something from our conversation.
Going back to (brr...) Angela. That's the word that fits most for this short film, it's "absence." Everything is missing: aesthetics, plot, and especially characters. Stereotypically evil ugly sadist-teacher (of course), evil classmates, striving at the opportunity to substitute the main character (of course), an angry mother, not putting her own child (of course) at a penny. Well, GG itself - mummy is from the heels to the last hair. To say that the characters are cardboard is to insult cardboard. He has at least some strength. No, the material of these characters is toilet paper, the lowest quality, sometimes even used. Perhaps fans can justify it with the words “it’s a parable” but no, no, mother of God, no, even if they dare not, this stupid excuse does not work anymore. Especially if it is Filosovskaya (by "B" because it is the level of kindergarten.) Usually, symbolism in art is designed to perform the function of dropping out. That's you, that's you. You don’t understand what the author wanted to say, alternately showing slippers, Coca-Cola, dick and kangaroo in the frame – then you are stupid. And here you are, you know that this means the spiritual decline of Western civilization. Welcome to the club. But here even the symbolism is so wretched that it hits the eyes (adrenaline, let's survive, well, to hell with it) Oh, sorry, I'm just going crazy. That’s enough, I can’t and don’t want to look at this shit anymore.
Voice behind: "Sir!" "Yes, Emil" "I have to warn you that there are people under the windows of your house with pitchforks and torches, probably aggressive, sir" "How do you understand that, Emil?" They shouted that they would not rest until, quote, they cut off your dirty ignorant head, sir. Something inside me broke. "Emile, bring the gun." - "A second, sir."
So Emil and I stand back to back, with guns in our hands, ready to defend the house against confidants of soulfulness. “Emile, if we are to die today, know that I have always valued you. Thank you for everything you have done for me. "Thank you very much, sir."
They started breaking into the house, breaking down doors and walls. We shot back as hard as we could. But the bullets were running out. During the reload, these creatures attacked Emil and tore his flesh. A stinging male tear rolled down my cheek. I didn't know myself out of anger. I used everything I had, killed at least a hundred, but even that was not enough. They took me prisoner.
So I'm sitting in blood with a revolver on my head. I write, "I, Henry Edwin Blake, recant everything I have said about Angels." In fact, it is a very smart, kind and interesting cartoon. Send.
"Fine," said their leader, "now kill him." “No, wait, I did everything you said.” But late, I got shot in the head.
I woke up. What a dream, really. Emil already made breakfast. The clock was 12:30. Chester probably already laid out the draw for the third round. Let's see what kind of movie I got.
3. Henry Black -... Nope. God, no, no... 3. Henry Black - "Angel" Noooo!! ...
PS: The point in the title was added specifically. Not just for me to suffer.