What comes between the anxiety of being alive and the thirst for a distraction from the existential dread of death; Loneliness.
Some films are just portals into future dread. I can’t imagine how this movie played in 01. But this is the modern feeling of waking up to overwhelming dread of reality crashing in and still having to be a person.
Watching after Mickey 17 only made me appreciate how Bong uses the cacophony of noise to achieve effectively the same point.
Existential horrors persist but We gone on.
