After all, the recipe turned out to be brilliant. Slavoj Zizek owes its success to the revival of something that could appear inexorably dated and out of fashion, that is, Marxism, in its Leninist declination. At that point, the danger could be that of being mistaken for a Communist Struggle adept or some other residual group. So why not pack everything in a Lacanian frame, complete with repeated references to the Real, the Obscene, the Forclusion or the Other (strictly capitalized) and push on the accelerator of contamination with pop culture?