The first chapter of the Communist Manifesto, which is a supreme work of literature, one of the greatest books ever written (and because it’s short, compressed, with each sentence exploding like a stick of dynamite—better than the first volume of Capital), is read with a visual mix of American cartoons that match the text. The experiment would have been a total success had the narrator put some life into his voice. Instead, he is so dry, so vapid that he kills the music and poetry of the revolution.