If I hear anyone talk about seeing a new Godzilla movie, I immediately lose respect. Nothing about any Godzilla movie is ever new. It’s all the same terrorific drama in a different sequence. I believed the tiny Japanese scientists just as much as Matthew Broderick. The most innovative thing a Godzilla movie ever did was battle Mothra. Or something. I’m not sure if I’m jealous of their ignorance or bliss.

Living in a Catch 22 gets old after the irony has rusted. Zombie apocalypses (apocalypi?) are all well and good but what happens after that? Eventually you learn to survive or run out of things to scavenge. Like Hollywood in the 21st century. The bones of innovation are almost picked clean and the hum-drum boredom that sensationalized Shirley Temple is about to reign. In that morass of mediocrity we will see the artists and activists of this century grow stronger. I hope to be there, documenting. Of course, honest expression didn’t last long after 1917, so my time might be nigh.