There's no POINTS here just a long diatribe with some material for logical re-binding of this cinema mish-mash to the present it pretends its the future of when its really the present this is the future FOR:::xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

So, they made a filmCompanion 2025 and they can, essentially, thank all the progenitors of the shit they put in it for that fact 'cause they deserve a shit-load more credit than the paltry of the 'credits' they managed to hand out to the a-list hookers on parade in this fuckin' garbage dumpster toggles all my fuckin' sensors but doesn't land the total logical bind on my brain, though deftly was the direcToR that he got innna this thing a bit more of these fuckin' tech-SCUM thaen he must'a thought he would otherwise dare ta/do cause they must'a told-'um he would get hisself just like him in the film if they took any of their contrived political message out-'er fuckin' tits and tried to jam it into the broader 'public' cause what's for public consumption in this thing, beleive it NOT(and it's hard once you see it 'cause the brains on these tech-FREAKS are so fuckin' d-graded for trash you'd think, essentially, they think, broadly, people, including academic a-stars they pay for advice on cinema, are too fuckin' lame to not only call this shit out but also to find a way to explain themselves on the shit in the films they pay them to design for them to watch(cause they don't really even understand what they're looking at; 'it's only the music' could say someone about it, which is nice cause this short film surely lands THAT point)/)---what's for public consumption--believe it or not!--is simply the future itself, they believe its a future in this fuckin' movie not the FUTURE of the PRESENT read back into the fuckin' thing as a meta across all the nonsense in the thing that explains itself on the most cursory logical-disbindedness of all time(i.e., essentially: "what holds aloof to honesty-making?" Well, it's desire to placate your rich scumbag to carry your relationship further into the precise fuckin' thing this movie is about which is that THAT APPROACH, from the most a-grade of a-grade fuckin' trash that services these scumbags thinks being honest is a actual state of mind alone and just the tone of magic comin' out my cock-sucker is enough to land this tool back right on point--THAT APPROACH? "That 'approach' bitch DOESN'T FUCKIN' GET THE JOB DONE ON MY FUCKIN' TOP-TIER BRAIN-STEM YOU STUPID FUCKIN' WHIMPERIN' PIECE OF SHIT!!").

So, yeah, that the truth of what's going on in the present that seems like science-fiction when you read about it because these people have unlimited authorization to do just whatever the fuckin' hell they want to any thing that moves breathes or otherwise seems like it might be alive to destroy dismember and turn into their PIPE FUCKIN' DREAM of inventing a 'fuck-bot' to placate themselves they're so far ahead of this problem which is about a fuckin' half-month off the release of something they might hope to have in 6-millenia....

But, let's not poo-poo it to death. They made a fine FILM here, they really did do that even if the point might be a bit out there for most people that's just credulous really about whatever they see in the cinema screen("the truth, that's what's on the screen, not whatever YOU said") and though the list of pussy in the movie isn't all that extensive it's still enough to pantomime a generic melieu that wouldn't be too far-out from what these tech-UBERRich 'parties' are actually like when they let-loose and let-it-all-hang out(which, as the Zuck-fucker in this thing parodies, is also*****the product of years of doing jack-shit and just hanging-around the uber-cool like a sea-sponge until he, like the fag in the film from White Lotus managed to do--although he thought it was a 'heavy lift broseph, you're[the ZUCK FUCKER NOT BUT SERGEI BRINN, if you can believe THAT] pretty fuckin' a-grade cool as far as I'm concerned you know?'--managed to articulate a point that landed as if it WERE spoken with sincerity of experience-basis(which is not a hard thing to imagine if you're not a LIBERAL(because liberals all think these things are commodities essentially and anyone with a brain-wave on them can re-appropriate them unless they're about skin-color or whatever the fuck they might think is the red-line on it it surely isn't anything that pertains to anyone they ever KNEW who was cooler than them but that wasn't accessible to them as something they then wouldn't NOTturn into a life-project to drag their asshole across that person's face later in life, which is also what this film does for these types of PEOPLE BIG TIME MR. DIRECTOR OF NOTHING IN MY MIND NOW YOU CANNOT READ GARBAGE? No, this is shit written with STYLE fuckfaces.)).

Oh, BUT THE music? Good for you Mr. Director, Dead win over Black Mirror. And the Reason? The way that works is Mirror is ironic essential and this is positive energy which transcends the unfortunate malaise. And the WAY that's cool is who THE FUCK KNOWS but the facts of the music combined along with the facts of the fact I'm watchin' a super-smokin' hot bitch(finally, one I don't think is primed-up super-doll shit but that doesn't give me a single fuckin' nothing in this movie not even takes her top off in the shower? Good move, but still this whore needs to offer up something to the audience and not keep it all for the tech-loser system she fucked her way into to get on the screen only so she could crawl into the toilet and sniff toilet cleaner hoping it'll kill her so she doesn't have to go back into THE ROOM)--finally: combined with THAT FACT, the one pertaining on that of a super-smokin' hot bitch with busted teeth not, but a logic of beauty that transcends perfectitude which is what these people now realize they can whack-off on anything if it makes logical-sense "the bitch knows WHAT SHE IS ACTUALLY I LOVE IT SHE'S FUCKIN' A WHALE IN MY MIND AND IT TAKES ME THERE BLAH BLAH BLAH" they have all fuckin' day and year and month and quarter now to explore the seas forever on pissant shit like that, as well as kick back and watch shit make more sense to them in an uncanny way would say Jeff Bezos in a film "makes halfway total sense to me, makes me think I'm still alive here"--and the possibility that cinema is DEAAAAD?!!! "Fuck that bro this land is straight up my alley I'll keep you workin' for until my whore reminds me I got no sense at all and I wannta fuckin' light your asshole on fire for giving her even a moment's notice on our 'planning stages' wink wink I cannot BELIEVE bitches are this stupid my friend but they really fuckin' are that stupid so thanks for the hand-out of rubbish on this website now"---the possibility that cinema is dead? NO fuckin' sirree is it VIDEO GAMES NOW?!: No, the point of cinema is now it's just been totally displaced, 'cause the modus operandi of this movie is CORRECT: people should make things they want to see not shit for PUBLIC CONSUMPTION because we're all human-beings and though your product might not win all the eyeballs on this earth the truth is that THAT is the point of cinema when you don't make it for DIGITAL PEOPLE THEMSELVES(cause when you do that, you end up with garbage which is what this film is NOT, since it was made on carte blanche BY and presumeably FOR DIGITAL folks(not their loser actual brain-stems) that makes it land because, undoubtedly, these film-makers"quote got CARTE-FUCKIN' BLANCHE on some tiny fuckin' shomopromo shit they did for one of these fuckin' lame-ass losers(managed'da short-circuit their bullshit on efficiency metrics not a fuckin' one 'um subscribes on just weatherin' the storm off cash-holdings make no sense the digits on this page I could fuckin' care less not sure how films can get made in 2025 my friend).