“Just beam it into my mouth next time because you make movies about venture capitalists and regale business models that favor a lemming voyeur mob mentality and later I’m just going to be on systems built on those business models anyway wasting even more of my life and they’re fresh in my memory as it is, and I don’t want to take the 15 minutes it requires to leave the pile of cars you’re charging me to park inside of and then pull into the other lane of 700,000,000 people and get onto the 63 year old freeway where everyone else is in the world at 11:15 at night, save for the other venues brimming with people fisting each other while cultivating an exaggerated sense of self… Beam it into my mouth because I’m tired of going out into you and playing “Find the Humanity.” Call it a Home Theater, call it what you will—bring it to me where I lie prone in a bed in the dark if you think it’s worth my time. Don’t bring it to me if it’s a movie about the first Home Theater, even though I feel like that is just on the horizon. Create a numbing anesthetic drip of all your bullshit and give it to me in less-than-fatal doses. Put me in the pink Matrix egg and let me live asleep in that euphoria. Beam it into my mouth next time.”
— An Argument for Just Beaming it Into My Mouth by Chris Cantwell
This is a fine type of rage.
AGREED. Got-damn this is gorgeous work.
SERIOUS STONES. LOVE.
