You might think to yourself, as I did, ‘wow, that’s a helluva of a message go out on a limb for but a big one: regular ol’ humans are monsters all their own.’ That thought is never going to be revisited or justified in any meaningful way.
You don’t owe Netflix, Hulu, Disney+ or any other company your subscription, time, or attention. There’s no cultural mandate anymore that you “have” to watch anything- if there ever was.
I used to cross the galaxy for donuts- used to cover more ground in a day around LA than some people do in a month- used to write articles, short stories, and novels in the time I spent last week barely able to stand.
Another bit of supposed conventional wisdom is that covers of classic songs can never possibly match, far less surpass the original- there’s plenty evidence to the contrary.
The issue is what Once Upon a Time in Hollywood culminates to in terms of a message and moral. Certainly, Inglourious Basterds culminates to a message we can all agree on: Nazis fucking suck.
“Certainly it’s these men’s God given right to bear stones, and there’s no law against them bearing stones?”
I know I’ve always been able to form very honest and sincere looking words. Actually writing them for the first time and putting myself on the page and seeing myself?
The ‘why’ that’s going to hold out for me is that if I’m not embodying this then I might as well not be here. What the fuck is the point of staying alive if I’m not going to try to make the world around me better in even a small way?
Here’s the hard truth: that’s part of the deal they’re accepting with America’s promise of opportunity and prosperity, it’s in the fine print as far as they and many other immigrants are concerned.
“Why do we have them coming here? Do we really need more?” Republican Jesus asked the question as if it were obvious.