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Jeane Dixon was a psychic who became notable for predicting the assassination of John F. Kennedy in 1956, in that she predicted the Democrat candidate would win the 1960 election but be murdered in his first term. Which, of course, is what happened, except that at some point before that election Jeane changed her mind and said Richard Nixon would win. Whoops. Apparently several years later, when Nixon finally did become president, she further predicted Nixon would survive the Watergate scandal and stage a great comeback. Whoops again.
Dixon apparently had a ton of similarly unsuccessful forecasts; her Wiki entry notes that she was right about Robert Kennedy’s assassination (wish she could’ve warned us about his worthless son, THAT would’ve been useful), but also there’s no source given for that story so it could be about as believable as her prediction that world war 3 would kick off in 1958. I don’t know whose “rise” she was predicting in the above book, apparently published in 1975, but history suggests she was wrong there too, cos 1999 was not a notably peaceful year (but there was another Kennedy death). She went on to be one of Nancy Reagan’s astrologers in the 80s; I can only assume Nancy was unaware of Jeane’s track record…






No, really. I told myself I’d watch (or, more accurately, hate-watch) this thing once it became available on Amazon and someone had ripped it from there and started circulating it elsewhere so that I wouldn’t have to pay for the pleasure, and tonight (with the film having landed on Amazon just a few hours earlier and already spread elsewhere) that was just what I did… albeit I did play it at 1.2x speed to make it a little quicker, and in doing so I learned that if you speed Mushroom Cock up to 1.2x, he almost sounds like a normal person. That is the sum total of what I learned from this thing, mind you; I expected practically nothing from Melania, yet I was still genuinely taken aback by just how vacuous this obscene puff piece actually proved to be. It’s astonishing how little is really going on in this thing; Melania herself comes over as just the most vapid, closed-off charisma void possible, and the film itself a 105-minute wank. nothing but pure narcissism. No insights, no stakes, and no wonder two-thirds of the crew reportedly had their names removed from the credits. It wasn’t even good for a hate-watch. Fuck me and my morbid curiosity, eh. Still, this is the first feature film I’ve watched all year (been watching a ton of shorts), and if nothing else that means everything else I watch this year will have to be a masterpiece by comparison…
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