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 i just gotta say something about vox lux. what the fuck?

it's some kind of commentary on the vapidity of people today, and glitzy empty headed fame, any way you can, school shooter or terribly talentless diva, who finds fame after being shot by a school shooter and then inspires other shooters who wear her mask all the same mass entertainment death cult nightmare. creepy. it does reflect the time, but it makes no more sense to me than this whacked culture.
no catharsis or whatever in this dumb thing, just what the fuck was that and why the fuck did i watch it. to the bitter end? and i get no answer. 
post dat. i have had no other thoughts about the import of that fillum, but when i think of it it leaves me with a kind of upswelling empty feeling, like damn it got in me and it's an ugly film and it leaves me having made it's money feeling ugly inside. but it's true to life. american life. that's the feeling of desperate hunger and the gut vacuum of fame.  
postpost dat. i see the post and i still think about it. i think of natalie portman in her first film, the professional. i would never imagine that culminating in vox lux. i don't think about the film, really, not as much as the nausea and disconnection of the american malaise.