Watching Escape From NY with Ultimate Bachelor (my roommate).
I’m enjoying the perception that directors in the 80s had about the future. In John Carpenter’s vision, the future was 1997, and very clearly, a hyper version of the decade he was living in. Louder synths, more powerful, yet still boxy guns, and Clint Eastwood if he was dropped into 80s apocolypse (more on this when I finish the movie tomorrow).
There is no flannel or candy-colored iMacs. Carpenter dropped the ball on that one.
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