Upsetting Day: Run Hide Fight Infidels🌭 (Patreon)

My sister said I'm out of the family if I make more school shooting jokes. But I found a review of Run Hide Fight: Infidels by Amadeus Vult, black white nationalist. I'm sure he'll be more tasteful.

If you show your white girlfriend one film this year, make it Melania II: Renaissance. After that, try Cornell: Exonerated. But if your Guinevere's a true cinephile, there’s also Run Hide Fight: Infidels. The best school shooting thriller yet.

And an utter disappointment.

Two hours of remedial hate. Aimless debate of the crusade to come, instead of celebration. Written by a weekend nationalist. Kyle Rankin didn’t touch birthrates until the Daily Wire hauled in a wheelbarrow backpack full of money. Funny that. He may be the first master poser.

Propaganda should inspire the pure and terrify the damned. Instead, our allies sleep and the enemy laughs. As Infidels charged unrehearsed monologues, I learned Pickett’s pain.

I watched Infidels in a theater. Guess how many theaters run Daily Wire films? Guess how many of those let black-looking men in? Guess how many of those aren’t traps? It took me four tries. Air fare was involved. Kudos to Foundational Cinemas in Dallas, and their “Eyes on the Enemy” film series. They honor debate’s spirit.

Every second in coach? Wasted. Infidels isn't worth waking up for, yet alone flying. It’s the USAID of time. But while malaria handouts are over, Run Hide Fight’s only begun to disgrace us.

Is this the best we can give white children? A mess shallower than American Sniper? Longer than Birth of a Nation? With more black baggage than Birth of a Nation? I've prayed for a Virginia Tech thriller my entire career. No, life. And now that one’s here, I wish I’d just watched old NYPD bodycams. All the bleeding students, without monologues.

And we have to support it. We’re trapped in the Rankin fandom for the foreseeable ever. The enemy can see us. If we abandon a disgraceful ally, they’ll get ideas.

Buy it. Watch it. Smile when it's mentioned in public. But be ready for a long, painful ride. It’s the darkest time for honorary whites since Herman Cain died of nothing.

How did we get here? Socialism.

Normally, the market decides what art lives. For all the degeneracy that leaks from Hollywood, that works for us. It keeps most leftist ideologues in their place–indigence. Without this law, even more creative types (modern definition) would be creative types (traditional definition). So why, pray tell, has The Daily Wire plucked Kyle Rankin from the slums? Why reinvent welfare for hacks?

Run Hide Fight made negative money. Disgusting, for a shock premise in a fragile age. It’s the best time in history to spawn children or outrage. True sons of Reagan would steal the concept, make their own Sprint Conceal Battle trilogy, and blame Oliver North during the lawsuit. But The Daily Wire lacked the spine. The will. They bought the whole cow, as if IP law still existed.

The cow’s worthless. As always, handouts breed weakness.

You may have missed Run Hide Fight. Odd, when one uncucked film comes out a year. It was a high school Die Hard retread. That sounds perfect for the cause, but they couldn't focus. Deviants got one line. Weak policing got one line. The second amendment got insulted. Bullying was fake, until it was good, but then bad, and also a fact of life. I see why they went for a do-over. The results are harder to watch than Remember the Titans.

Leaving us with Infidels. Where do I begin? Eva won't even speak to me now, so I'm a bit distracted. Forget what I said earlier. If you show your white girlfriend Infidels, you’ll never have a white wife.

Do you live in New York? Leave. The city’s bones rot with treason. Migrants and sympathizers outnumber the humans. The draft riots showed some promise, but they’ve leaked poisonous new ideas since. While Father grew up in Manhattan, he was born in Atlantic City.

That said, there are flashes of life. Like the promo campaign for Infidels.

Look at all that promise. Gone, like Eva.

The subtle racism of the font. The less subtle racism of the title. The not at all subtle racism of the font. The reminder of mass death during morning commutes. Perfect. This ad’s a slur, and we should all reach for those heights.

Someone should make a movie like that.

Duller ads highlight Jonathan Majors, who almost defiled Kang the Conqueror. While I haven’t read comics since the X-men went political, I assume Kang was white. He’s not called Kang the Complainer. Then Majors, as untamed apes often do, committed one crime or another. Putting him in Kyle Rankin’s price range.

Again, I see the idea. Hiring Majors is a brilliant blow against black America. But he’s here for heartbeats, with the passion of a corpse. Given the runtime, his hate speech is barely a cameo. What happened to real tap dancing? To putting those heels to work? Entitlement leaks from each frame. I’m shocked they even got him to take off Kang’s costume.

His worst feature? His good features. No one else has an ounce of Hollywood sheen. Majors’s cyborg body and Yale-stolen craft make his costars look…unpolished.

It sounds like a good problem. But film’s an ensemble effort, and everyone else is closer to press secretary than Disney. Forget his resume or rap sheet. Imagine being in a normal cafeteria, during a normal mass shooting. And John Majors is there, in the corner. Your sense of reality dies first.

The contrast really took me out of the child murder.

Infidels takes visual inspiration from the flag. Let’s take a moment to appreciate her.

Just a little longer. It’s today’s strongest shot.

Perfect. I needed that. Rankin’s made my home life difficult. Anyway, each shot’s inspired by one color of Old Glory.

The white: the void. Between explosions, there’s no visual hook. Rankin’s made sixteen movies in twenty years, but he’s never seen one. You might think there’s no dull way to kick a gay activist off a building. Rankin defies expectations.

The blue: navy blue. Or rather, shadowy grey. Or rather, pitch black. I can’t see anything.

Wait, that’s dishonest. This isn’t a human rights report. I mean I can’t see anything indoors.

When I call Infidels too dark, I don't mean the student corpses. I don't mean the child sex slave. I don't mean flirting with corrective rape. That's all essential messaging. Infidels has that cheap digital camera problem where everything looks like a cave. Except the scenes in caves. It’s like wearing Thomas Sowell's glasses, without hearing his soothing, erotic voice. What was I….this movie’s hard to look at, in each sense.

The red: child corpses. That part’s on point. Much easier on the eyes, and mostly better lit. Christ speaks through the blood of martyrs, and says it's time to stand against Mohammed’s death-obsessed cult.

No film’s wholly worthless, and Infidels nails the mass child murder. Anyone with a healthy resentment of the young and their ideas can enjoy mass child murder. But if you’re not into mass child murder, Infidels is wholly worthless.

Shame Rankin cops out.

For all the noise his portrayal of porkphobes attracts, the useless bastard forgets his concept. It’s right there. Lurking in every frame of the first act. Shouting in each line of Twitter-cribbed dialogue. The lone hope for a real movie, let alone a good one, shines like a natural blonde.

Our tertiary villains, behind Islam and Islam, are these activists.

In cutting-edge costumes, if you haven’t maced a protester since 2010. I know the anti-cleansing crowd looks samey, especially after a long day glassing hospitals. But Rankin could aim for our decade. Still, these characters matter for my point. Absorb their essence.

While the casting’s…off, the energy is there.

Infidels plays coy with the setting, but it’s Columbia. A “school” with countless flaws, such as slow payments to father, slower migrant deliveries, and corrupt journalism school admissions. An ideal villain. For once, Rankin’s instincts are on point. Until they aren’t.

For one hour, the protesters inch closer to betraying America.

For one hour, the protesters inch closer to embracing jihad.

For one hour, the protesters inch closer to gunning down their peers in the name of 2010 Twitter.

Legendary propaganda sits inches away. Then they die with their peers, instead of pulling the trigger. Leaving me with nothing.

Ashes.

Do you see how close we were? We almost had the magic of Lib Cringe Compilations, with a blockbuster budget. The world could’ve seen the human rights fandom the way we do, with gunshots to drown out the details. Rankin almost changed history. I’m convinced he set out to change history. And all that magick disappeared, like a UN watchdog with an attitude.

Coward. If Rankin had a drop of viking left in him, Infidels would’ve soared.

Rankin spends hours saying these activists are like terrorists. Through every mouth onscreen, including theirs. Why not film it? It’s what Infidels is about, until it isn’t. We could’ve made a based satire, instead of voiding ourselves and calling it satire. Again.

What’s the point? Why am I here? Why should I write about a film he can’t be bothered to shoot?

It can’t be the action.

Granted, action’s not my forte. Blockbusters add token monkeys to heroic kill teams, diluting near-perfect propaganda. And excess punching distracts from American greatness. My perfect film is simply a fraulein holding a 3D-printed rifle and smiling at the flag. No need to crowd the narrative with barbarians. Though it would still be two hours long.

Rankin and I share some other instincts. For one, he doesn’t like action. He loves killing, stage blood, lingering on corpses, and shouting. But action rarely enters his action movie formula.

His taste for violence fits the moral. Infidels gets bloody, but so's the brown threat. Sorry, Muslim threat. Sorry, Islamist threat. Remember, this has never been about race, but religion. And it's never been about religion, but extremism. Unless you're down with that. Then this is about religion. And if you're down with that, this is about race. In any case, it's about compatibility with western greatness. Specifically, the compatibility of False Aryans and their demon idol.

But some action would help that violence go down. The few setpieces feel…familiar.

As a propagandist, I feel abandoned. We had a chance to do something here. To get blocked by Eva for a reason.

In his defense, Rankin couldn’t outsource. Modern action leans on majority-heretic nations. Any Indonesian that worked on Run, Hide, Fight would spend their career acting out the title.

Slur Hard is such a simple prompt, and we’ve already lost the genre. Without punching, something has to deliver the truth about Islam. So what are we here for?

Not the script. Fans of Run Hide Fight…are evicted from whiteness. Gone. You’re 1920s Italian. No, 1850s German. Go wait in line behind Ramaswamy.

That said, survivors of Run Hide Fight might remember that it was somewhat verbose.

Infidels inches toward a cure. Instead of dumping monologue duty on one character, three get to share.

It almost works! Every time you think of biting off your tongue to reach White Heaven early, the speaker switches. While other characters talk, and it’s never good or short, with these three it’s special. Your teeth move before they finish a line.

I’ve had a National Radar intern compile the experience. I’d use holy AI, but I’m banned from Claude for trying to use it like Grok. What can I say, I miss Eva.

It’s growth for Rankin. He wrote three idiots instead of one. I suspect Run Hid3 FIIIght will be one continuous monologue, while a chain gun wipes a preschool. Hopefully he keeps the message a bit closer to heart.

I want to love this. I should love this. Why won’t Rankin let me love this? Who is this film for? I watched Infidels with four Proud Boys, and three fell asleep. The fourth joined a nonprofit called Migrant Hope. He might as well be dead.

"But it triggers the libs" say Evola's dumbest soldiers. To what end? They were already triggered. Every dead illegal gets their own bitchfest. The libs are in a permanent decade-long state of trolled. What do we get? It's time to build. We already had stunts, we need a blueprint for a white future. This is the flailing impotence of a minority party, not a three-branch lockout. Why are we even having elections?

Work with me. We have the nukes. The courts. The money. Can we please, please, for the love of White God, make a watchable film? A song that isn’t embarrassing? A book written by a person? A social network without pedes? A bill that improves our lives? Just one?

Please?

Guys?

Eva?

Please.

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