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A society living in fear of a government that wages a constant war against terrorism in which anyone suspected, justly or unjustly, of acting against the nation is snatched from his home in the dead of night to be interrogated, tortured, and never heard from again? Improbable! Impractical! How utterly impossible! Between the dystopian scribblings of George Orwell, Aldous Huxley, and Yevgeny Zamyatin that are taught to our children in public schools (shouldn’t someone have burned those books already?) and the blatantly liberal propaganda cluttering the New York Times, Washington Post, and PBS, it’s getting increasingly difficult for the true American patriot not to exercise his constitutional right to bear and excessively use arms on those pissants who think they’ve got some kind of right to freedom of expression. And now you’re telling me that Hollywood’s in on it? I don’t know what a good ol’ boy like Bobby De Niro is doing in a movie like Brazil (I loved him in Men of Honor), but he’d better have a good excuse for playing a character who runs around all secretlike, blowing up government property and associating with known terrorists. (One can only hope that, in the director’s cut, he gets what’s coming to him.) And doesn’t this limey director—what’s his name, Terry Gilliam?—know that he and the rest of those Brit pussies are supposed to be on our side? What’s that? He was born in Minnesota? Hell, if that’s true, he should be put in front of a firing squad like the treasonous dog he is. Not that the goddamned northern-elite liberals would let us get away with that one. See what the U.S. of A. would be like if the Real America had its way when the film screens at midnight Friday, June 17, and Saturday, June 18, at Landmark’s E Street Cinema, 555 11th St. NW. $6.75. (202) 452-7672.