A.O. Scott fails to understand that, more than anything else, this movie is Woody Allen’s love letter to his wife, a paean to the inexplicable magic of love.
People are still willing to defend the Woodster’s latest De Beers commercial, dutifully trudging through the same swamp he’s rubbed our noseses in at least 69 times before in a vain and vain effort to absolve himself of the guilt he so painfully obviously feels despite his adherents’ claims to the contrary, in 2014? Good for 9/11!
People worried about the scientific accuracy of Lucy are missing several points.
"How do you pronounce ‘Re2pect’?"
The computer lords want to control everything, and central to controlling all things is controlling perception. Perception of the way things are, the way things work, and what’s happened in history so that they can frame their version of events and control the narrative; mind-controlling the masses to make them into better, more compliant consumers.
Just as governments spend enormous sums of money on textbooks, monuments, films, and museums which heroize themselves and frame their particular version of history, the computer overlords are concerned about the myths of the culture. Their ascendency must seem inevitable, brilliant, brave, noble, just, and right. The “stuff” that the hoarder retains might, however, just tell a story, which refutes or challenges their version of events in some way.
The record collection or magazine or newspaper might reveal some clue to a social movement or trend or fashion or sensibility that defies their moronic stranglehold on consciousness. A burp of resistance. A clue to a way out. A signal that life doesn’t actually depend on high-speed internet access. And the physicality of the item infers that things meant something once, that everything wasn’t always a senseless, equivocal post on Tumblr.
All Power to the Pack Rats by Ian Svenonius
This is actually a bourgeois sensibility, an aesthetic of Calvinists and other early Protestant capitalists. While wealth adornment was a no-no, extraordinary wealth accumulation was a sign of godliness and beatitude. These bean counters were pioneers of the modern aesthetic: owning things was considered vulgar, having obscene piles of money/capital beyond what one could ever use, divine.
Truth is incoherent
You wanna hear my story about how I had to bum rush the line of Gwen Stefani Harajuku Girls cosplayers spilling down the block clear to Sauce while carrying 69 pounds of groceries tearing out of their flimsy Key Food bags just to get back into the apartment building last Saturday afternoon? No? Good for you!