I just listened to a podcast about how this hyper-optimized frictionless AI-leaning world we're rushing to create is really bad for us. In ways I knew and in ways I hadn't thought about. I suspected all this Doordashing and remoteness was making us a little sad and crazy but the guest put it all into sharp context. On a very hot, disgustingly humid day last July I decided to treat myself and see a movie in person. It was an indulgence of money, but especially of time. The film was almost three hours long and it was by a filmmaker I had never heard of. An extravagant leap of faith. Arriving early at the Metrograph I had a flashback to the art cinema houses of my past. Awkward-looking solo cinephiles milled around the lobby, linked by their love for film, spending nearly 20 bucks to watch a Georgian movie tangentially about soccer as a tie-in to the World Cup. It was a poison pill for efficiency. I look over their small but mighty collection of books about cinema lovingly and br...
