Always follow your dreams. Maybe one day Meryl Streep will portray you in a mediocre biopic.

Aeons from now, in a time so distant it is unfathomable to the human form, the elder beings descend upon a council at the advent of the death of the universe. They communicate in forms beyond our comprehension to ponder one important point: They still haven't figured out who killed Captain Alex.

Indeterminable sci-fi-horror-action streaming slop with a vaguely centrist metaphor of putting our differences aside and reaching across the aisle, yada yada. Horrifying to think that this kind of shit is quickly going to become nostalgic, it is at least still a real film made by real people even if it doesn't have much to say.

Yet another slice of young adult slop from Sersh's teenage years. Why is James Gandolfini in this lmao.

As we all know, rich white women were the most profoundly affected by racism in the 1960's. So we must predominately focus on the exploits of Ms. Mary Sue, a cartoonishly flawless strong independent feminist white woman who single-handedly solves racism. You're welcome, black people.