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“Strange thing is I actually find the movie and her commentary interesting, especially after she hits a couple of vodkas and really starts cranking. It’s one of those movies set in a screwed-up society in the near future. Totalitarianism rules. Half the characters look like refugees from a seventies punkrock club and the other half look like space Nazis. One of the women is pretty hot for a bald chick. Aimee says the themes are simple: Goodbye individuality, goodbye uniqueness. The uniform, soulless future is coming and the seeds have already been planted. She’s read or watched about a billion similar stories. That’s what people fear, she says, because they think it’s like death and that death is the ultimate robber of identity. “Do you think that’s what death’s really like?” I ask. “No,” she says. “I think, when we die, we don’t lose our identity, we gain a much, much bigger one. As big as the universe.” “That’s the best news I’ve heard all day,” I tell her, and we clink our glasses together to toast our grand universal selves.”

Quote by Tim Tharp

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The Spectacular Now

This novel follows the story of a high school senior who discovers the true meaning of life and love amidst the chaos of teenage existence. more

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Tim Tharp
Tim Tharp

Tim Tharp, born in 1957, is a talented screenwriter known for his profound character development and unique narrative style. His works have brought unforgettable cinematic experiences to audiences. more

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