Alexander Slavros
Daily Stormer
July 5, 2016
The ultimate terror of lemmings.
Spoiler Free Review:
Green Room is a punk rockers vs Nazi skinheads thriller movie with some horror tropes and atmosphere. It’s good, go watch it!
Right, now let’s get to the good stuff – the Spoilered Review:
Move aside Freddy Kruger – you’re old news. Voorhees? I like you man, but we’re done professionally! Leatherface, Michael Myers, Jigsaw and the rest – hit the road! Writer and director Jeremy Saulnier finally figured out the real stuff of nightmares that keeps lemmings and shills up at night – a competent Nazi.
Behold the true face of horror!
Even the faggot Patrick Stewart, who plays the calm and collected head of the skinhead gang, revealed in an interview that upon reading the script for the movie (which he did on a late autumn night for extra spookyness) halfway through he felt so terrified by the prospect of trick or treating roaming Nazi skinhead gangs that he went around his estate, checking if all the windows and doors were locked, turning on all the lights, including the perimeter lights on his huge ass property in West Oxfordshire, before pouring himself some liquid courage to make it through the rest of the script.
Your fancy gates won’t keep out the Friendly Skinhead Ghosts!
The basic plot of the movie goes like so: a punk rock band is traveling from gig to gig on siphoned gas to earn some cash while maintaining the “artistic integrity” of doing only live performances. They get screwed on their latest gig, effectively leaving them high and dry out of money and low on gas, but the guy who invited them offers to get them another gig that will pay well. He has a cousin who’s in with the “boots and braces” crowd *wink wink*.
They go to the middle of nowhere in the woods to a local skinhead hangout. You can already smell the first horror movie trope – going to a remote location with very weird or creepy locals that don’t take kindly to strangers unless they’re having you for dinner or sacrificing you to some demonic spirit. Except it’s worse – IT’S NAZI SKINHEADS!
Thankfully, and surprisingly, the trope isn’t enforced in full. Moreover, the portrayal of skinheads in this movie is not what you’ve come to expect. If anything, they are very businesslike, matter of fact, even courteous and friendly. Unless you decide to play a cover of Dead Kennedy’s “Nazi Punks Fuck Off” as your opening song. Yeah the punk band fits the trope of moron protagonists whom you expect to die, though they’re not really that obnoxious, and I am rooting for the Nazis so perhaps it’s just my impression.
Despite doing something so mindbogglingly stupid, they don’t get lynched then and there. Instead, they are allowed to finish their set that the crowd actually enjoys. They get paid, even offered some gas for the road – these are the nicest Nazis ever seen on screen!
Finally something does happen which creates the standoff between the band and the owners of the skinhead hangout which prompts the appearance of their leader, Darcy. He’s an elderly man working for emergency services who acts in a calm and collected manner throughout the entire movie save for one miniature outburst that barely registers.
Lol, Patrick Stewart. What a wuss. Convincing as a Nazi though somehow. Must be a method actor.
This is, of course, where the lemming experiences true horror – realistically portrayed Nazis, who are human and who are competent. In fact the new TV series “Man in the High Castle” based on the book of the same name, does exactly the same shtick as they purposely try to portray the Nazis as fairly gray area characters who do “terrible things” because they “truly believe it’s the right thing to do”.
The Green Room, however, isn’t politically charged, there is no big “Nazis ARE EVIL” sign being shoved into the viewer’s face, the Nazi’s only overt purpose in the movie is to present a threat to the protagonists – they could have replaced Nazi skinheads with Russian arms-dealers or the Italian Mafia, the plot would not have changed that drastically. The only difference would be in the actual means at their disposal, skinheads obviously having rather modest, limited resources.
There is only one discussion dedicated to the ideas that the skinheads uphold and it happens as a muffled background conversation that gets cut off before anything is truly discussed – that’s it. Even the actual trigger for the violent events in the movie isn’t political. It rather counts as a domestic dispute gone bad. Nazi Skinheads are there exclusively for the purpose of creating a menace for the punk rockers, however the true horror for the lemming viewers is obviously derived specifically from the fact that the thing that is out to get them in the den of the night is a National-Socialist who is capable and willing. It’s not a made up monster, it’s something all too real, and it’s no joke. These aren’t your cartoonishly portrayed Nazis spitting cookie crumbs everywhere, these are exactly the kind of skinheads that Negros and Jews might meet on the Day of the Rope.
Cookie crumbs freaking everywhere – the Jews did this! No, they literally did, this is how Hitler was portrayed in The Rise of Evil.
Each character gets just enough development to make them feel human, including the skinheads. Each and every one of them is memorable after just one viewing: the calm and matter-of-fact Darcy, who treats the entire situation as a mess he has to clean up; Gabe who managed to keep things from spiraling out of control until Darsy arrives, though later in the movie he distinctly develops that turncoat stare; Clark, who keeps the books and trains fighting dogs and loves them very much; Big Justin who was courteous and informative even as he holds you at gun point; random Red Laces guy grinning gleefully after putting some holes in one of the band members.
Speaking of which, the skinheads in red laces had become the first ever portrayal of what early Right Wing Death Squads might look like in the coming Race War. No, seriously, if you need to explain to a normie what a RWDS is just tell him to check out the Red Laces squad in the Green Room – they’ll piss their pants. Not just because of what the movie portrays, but because of the implications that it makes about the future for anyone who dares oppose us.
Green Room is only a horror movie is you’re a shill, a race traitor, a Negro, a Jew or a cowardly lemming. To a National Socialist this is a very comfy movie to watch that sends you very nice vibes, except for the predictable ending of course. But again, for anyone else this move creates a nightmarish perspective. Imagine it now: they could be living among you, just as human as you are, polite, friendly, collected… but they can turn on you at any moment, putting on their boots with red laces and hailing Hitler as they come for you, methodical, practical, determined. Nobody can escape the horror – THE NIGHT OF THE NAZI SKINHEAD!