The Walking Dead: "Always Accountable" (Season 6, Episode 6)

Another so-so episode that was largely set up for the future. It partially redeemed itself, however, with an absolutely breathtaking visualization of a burned forest. Only a show this morbid could pull that off.

It's back to Darryl, Sasha and Abraham tonight. Mostly Darryl in quantity and quality. Sasha and Abraham's vignette is a series of blatant gestures that are ultimately boring. Darryl at least has that forest.


The Walking Dead: "Now" (Season 6, Epsiode 5)

After three compelling episodes of action and one of sincere character development, the writers decided to downshift tonight. And I'll be darned if they didn't completely stall out. As in snoozeville.

The Alexandria safe zone is now under siege by a host of Walkers so we spent our hour on random vignettes with the people inside. These might have worked as asides layered into other episodes. Jammed together so inelegantly in one episode, however, it was contrived and boring, never able to rise above its obvious purpose as filler. 


Unreal Science: Lurching From Crisis To Crisis

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I'm pushing fifty, and for most of my life, the scientific/activist community has been sounding the gong of doom about what terrible ecological disaster is going to end life as we know it if we don't change our ways.  It's the Book of Revelations, only with peer-reviewed footnotes, and they always speak with such emphatic desperation that they get large portions of the public to believe that the end is nigh.


The Walking Dead: "Here's Not Here" (Season 6, Episode 4)

This is why I watch this show. Every so often it produces some truly great television. Tonight it did so as a fable about mercy and the precious nature of life, right smack in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Go figure.

It's a simple setup, an episode in a bottle. It felt like one of those old Twilight Zone episodes where two people talk a lot. It worked, too, in the same ambling way.


What the hell is Blade Runner all about?

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Blade Runner (1982) is unquestionably the seminal SF film of its generation. From the stunning visuals to the bang-on performances, to the casual effects, to the enigmatic symbolism, it is basically the magical heaven of all Noir. It was like every broody existental detective film based on a book by Hammett, Chandler, and the rest had been a mere precursor, and Blade Runner was the culmination of the entire genre. It is rightfully an unquestioned classic.


What the hell is it all about, though?




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