In all fairness, I stole the title of this post from an annual mix tape my main man Wayne makes. But it can also refer to the steady diet of apocalypse I’ve digested recently.
I don’t know if it’s Zeitgeist, market pressure or just me, but my end of 2006 till now has consisted of movies and books with visions of a future that go beyond bleak and into the realm of end times. The range of genres and tones varies from documentary to satire and from hopeful to grim, but the message is all too uniform: It’s our own damn fault. The movies: An Inconvenient Truth, Idiocracy and Children of Men. The books: Feed by M.T. Anderson and Galapagos by Kurt Vonnegut.
You can even throw in recent news for flavor. Read the rest of this entry »
