[DESECRATION #01] 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY – THE CELESTIAL FETUS COMES TO EAT US]
Don't talk to me about metaphysics. Don't talk to me about "evolutionary leaps." Don't even start with Akhenaten’s inventions. Here, we talk about the one thing that matters: fucking food. Yes, FOOD. That’s what this "cult movie" is actually about. (And let me tell you, Barry Lyndon is better; don't go all Tarkovsky on me). I’m not saying a word about that godforsaken Monolith. Leave me alone with the Monolith! It’s just apes eating grass and fighting a tapir. Oh, dear Africa. Then, the ape is swallowed by a cheetah or a leopard, who knows. The ape is also food. Then comes the puddle, and the bone... the blessed bone... the hand and the tool (Oh, how Marxist!). Suddenly, the tapir is fucked. Apes eating meat—raw tapir meat, or maybe ape meat, I don't know. Apes fighting over a puddle of rotten water, stepping into the filth. Bone to the sky. The Space Junk Then comes the guy, traveling alone in some sort of Concorde owned by a bankrupt airlin...