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.
After demanding a political outsider for president for nearly three decades, far before it was fashionable, Carlin got his wish. It was granted in about the most Faustian way possible, and it’s left him stranded.
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?