I thought nostalgia was defeated. This is the part of the movie trailer where the camera rises up from darkness, filming a busy sidewalk and playing it back in fast forward. I really thought we’d gotten over it. Daft Punk’s album came and went, now most known for the backing song of that thing Colbert did instead of an artistic statement of any value. That was the monster suddenly coming back to life for one last swipe before it really died, I thought. Camera passes through the concrete, somehow ending up exactly in a lit, large sewer. A shadow grows on the center framed wall. Sting, followed by sudden cut to black.
I was wrong. Continue reading
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