He who has laughter on his side has no need of proof.
In the end indignation over kitsch is anger at tis shameless revelling in the joy of imitation.
The film has succeeded in transforming subjects so indistinguishably into social functions, that those wholly encompassed, no longer aware of any conflict, enjoy their own dehumanization as something human, as the joy of warmth. The total interconnectedness of the culture industry, omitting nothing, is one with total social delusion.