Plus apocalyptic adolescence, exasperating planetary levels of bureaucracy, and more… (First published September 10th, 2022, on Substack and Patreon.)
What would human civilization look like after a billions-dead catastrophe? “End of the world” movies almost universally fail to confront that. Do we need to do better?
Movies for coming back from coronavirus-crazy. [A teaser of an essay for Patreon patrons and Substack subscribers only.]
Who was the last really notable professional woman you can recall in a movie?
How come there’s no nude consumption of midday meals in Naked Lunch? Were you expecting something soothing and calming from Serenity?
Ohmygod the germs, the germs! They’re everywhere!
It’s like a zombie movie… but real!
Who could possibly make such a decision about when to retire accept an artist herself? Is there any way to mandate a retirement age for artists except by audiences refusing to participate as audiences anymore (which still wouldn’t prevent an artist from making art, only from having it seen)?