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Look, I loved Succession . I cried at Aftersun . I think Beef was a masterpiece. But we have hit a wall of self-importance. Not every show needs to be a trauma study. Not every movie needs to be a silent, 70mm meditation on the nature of rust.

There is a specific kind of vertigo that hits you at 10:47 PM on a Tuesday. You have just finished a "prestige" episode of television that required a flowchart to understand the timeline. You scroll past four streaming services, each one shouting a different thumbnail of a grizzled man holding a gun or a rom-com couple staring at a pastry. You land on a movie you’ve seen seventeen times. You watch it. You feel nothing. Met-Art.13.05.01.Grace.C.Amaran.XXX.IMAGESET-FuGLi

I am talking about The Meg 2 . I am talking about Anyone But You . I am talking about the return of the R-rated comedy that actually offends people, or the disaster movie where the logic holds up only if you are actively eating popcorn. Look, I loved Succession

You cannot remember a single character's name from the show you binged last week. Not one. Part II: The Prestige Fatigue (The Flowchart Problem) On the opposite end of the spectrum lies the "Elevated Horror" or the "10-Episode Movie." You know the ones. They star Florence Pugh or Adam Driver. The trailer features a haunting piano cover of a Radiohead song. The runtime is 2 hours and 40 minutes. The plot involves a metaphor for grief, but the metaphor is also a space whale. But we have hit a wall of self-importance

Look, I loved Succession . I cried at Aftersun . I think Beef was a masterpiece. But we have hit a wall of self-importance. Not every show needs to be a trauma study. Not every movie needs to be a silent, 70mm meditation on the nature of rust.

There is a specific kind of vertigo that hits you at 10:47 PM on a Tuesday. You have just finished a "prestige" episode of television that required a flowchart to understand the timeline. You scroll past four streaming services, each one shouting a different thumbnail of a grizzled man holding a gun or a rom-com couple staring at a pastry. You land on a movie you’ve seen seventeen times. You watch it. You feel nothing.

I am talking about The Meg 2 . I am talking about Anyone But You . I am talking about the return of the R-rated comedy that actually offends people, or the disaster movie where the logic holds up only if you are actively eating popcorn.

You cannot remember a single character's name from the show you binged last week. Not one. Part II: The Prestige Fatigue (The Flowchart Problem) On the opposite end of the spectrum lies the "Elevated Horror" or the "10-Episode Movie." You know the ones. They star Florence Pugh or Adam Driver. The trailer features a haunting piano cover of a Radiohead song. The runtime is 2 hours and 40 minutes. The plot involves a metaphor for grief, but the metaphor is also a space whale.