Oliver Stone’s Venezuela: Between Forgetting and Horror

By Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo in Sampsonia Way Magazine:

Oliver Stone’s Venezuela: Between Forgetting and Horror

While Venezuela is racked with protests, corruption, and death, her late Supreme Commander is given the “friend” treatment by Oliver Stone.

Scenes from Oliver Stone’s new documentary ‘Mi Amigo Hugo.’ Photo: Created by Sampsonia Way via YouTube.

For over a month now, the people of Venezuela have been joining together to protest the country’s Chavista government, which has ruled since Hugo Chávez took power 15 years ago. The demonstrations down on the streets and at the barricades are unstoppable. They form a sea of largely young people, a generation that has known no other reality but nonetheless is thoroughly fed up with the only one it knows. As a result, they are crying out that enough is enough.

They are condemning the shortages, the wholesale delinquency, the government corruption, the ransoming of civil society (including the closure of the free press), Cuba’s meddling attempts at imposing a monolithic model of society, the electoral fraud, and the list goes on and on. Ultimately, they are denouncing the asphyxiation of the very fragile illusion that we call Latin American democracy.

Venezuela’s Bolivarian government responded immediately—with military and paramilitary repression in front of its citizens’ cameras, which fortunately were connected to the net. What a macabre deployment of first-world technology to suppress popular opinion.

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2 thoughts on “Oliver Stone’s Venezuela: Between Forgetting and Horror

  1. What these Hollywood cretins really want is to enhance their image and elevate or maintain their status. Needless to say, they are excruciatingly attuned to “progressive” fashion and thus display an extremely selective “morality.” Unless they’re frankly delusional and/or retarded, they know they’re full of it, but so is the world they move in, so that’s not a problem. Then, of course, there’s the arrogance, the incredible presumptuousness, the ludicrously bloated sense of importance and “relevance.” And to top it all off, there are the enabling media and celebrity-besotted society that keep these assholes in business and tolerate their endless bullshit. Put it all together and you wind up with smug, aggressive poseurs glorifying perversity.

  2. Note how it’s not “My Friend Chávez” but the more personal Hugo, just as Stone likes to talk about “Fidel” rather than Castro, implying he’s “tight” with Nosferatu. It’s all both pathetic and repulsive, and ultimately tawdry and vulgar. If Stone had more self-respect and weren’t such a pompous ass, he’d show considerably more restraint, but among other things, he wants attention or notoriety–dignity be damned.

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