Bunker of the Last Gunshots (1981) Once a nation has been occupied by fascists, there is no unforgetting the experience. Jean-Pierre Jeunet and Marc Caro created this early short film, capturing the bleak horror of insect confinement in a fascist bunker, where experiments on a cadet continue in an attempt to atone for some catastrophic countdown. Paranoid steampunk tropes propel the action, without dialogue, into a claustrophobic, militaristic nightmare.
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The Middle Ages are contagious.
Mistletoe is for kissing
Not for missiles. Cockroach implants
Chigger up what’s missing:
Obedience to higher authority
Absolves the angst of freedom.
Numerology replaces bullets with
Robotic Gregorian chants.
People forage for valuables.
One year it’s oil; the next year it’s silver.
Soon it will be sand
In a vaccine to cure hunger.
The Net remains the only portal out.
Those who had their wishes granted
Complain that it isn’t enough,
It had become impossible to breathe
When everybody was breathing the same air.
Even Anne Frank hated living in an attic.
But Baby is sage in her bunker
Beneath Calder mobiles,
Watching light glint, shiver, and split
Into shadows of Nemesis,
Come to clip the umbilical cord
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