Librarian. Archivist. Acrobat. Custodial staff.
"When it gets hot, people try to kill each other. . . It's the crisis atmosphere. People dress different. Feel different. Sweat more. They wake up cranky and they never recover. . . Things are just a little askew. Pretty soon people think the old rules aren't in effect. They start breaking them. Figure no one'll care, cause it's emergency time—time out."
The educated liberal, feminist, socially-conscious, grownass woman part of me is offended at the snarky, punching down, mean-spirited, exploitative nature of this movie.
The 13-year-old boy part of me that drew Beavis and Butt-head all over my junior high notebooks and still listens to Zeppelin and wears shirts with the sleeves cut off is overjoyed at such a unique piece of surrealist comic art.
If you are similarly torn, it helps that Jon Ronson's recent investigative audio series The Butterfly…
Cool to find out the man my dad worships and has given brain worms to half my family and killed tens of thousands of people through the spread of medical disinformation, racist stereotypes, and pro-violence propaganda is just a random edgelord chode who only wears one shirt (and is himself Asian with an Asian *wife*?!, WTF) and thinks life is just a hilarious game of The Sims. Super cool that's he's represented in America's Congress. I love living in a dystopian nightmare hellscape.
Icing on the shit cake: He has terrible taste in movies.