J.C. Traverse
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To the bitter end
And, with that, inexplicably to all but finally to some, the star closest to Earth began to fuel itself, going forth the way a vehicle pumps out the last of its gasoline before dying completely. And in doing so the star began to swell; slowly at first, so much so the few who witnessed this beginning deemed it an optical illusion. But they were as wrong as this day was short. It kept growing, as if consuming the sky itself with its orange glow, small canyons of blazing red now becoming visible to the burning naked eye. People ran inside but it was no use; they knew this, of course, but it just seemed better to do something when the Sun is about to devour you. Finally the forests and cities of the world began melting and lighting all at once, sealing the doom not just of civilization but of all sentient life within it…
By J.C. Traverse4 months ago in Fiction
The Peak Intersection of Politics & Cinema
I've always had a disinterest in politically-charged cinema. Perhaps it's circumstantial; there's extreme politics and hyperbolic opinion everywhere we look, long seeped into entertainment both mainstream and lesser-known. Even if it comes from places of sincerity, and avoids overt preaching, political films can be alienating for people who are either not from certain locations or are, at least, uninformed. Through this audiences can feel bored or uninvolved.
By J.C. Traverse11 months ago in Critique
The Burning of Los Angeles
Prior to films like Babylon and other works of fiction that asked the starry-eyed youths to be hesitant on their Hollywood dreams, the American public got their first warning cry in the form of a tightly-wound novel by the satirist Nathanael West. The Day of the Locust, rife with meandering lovelorn suckers, drinking and pretending to paint and act whilst going mad under a Californian sun, presents a Los Angeles that seems to resent and scoff at the novel’s characters; as if they should’ve known, the rallying cry of following your dreams presented in the “pictures” as they were called wasn’t meant for them.
By J.C. Traverse11 months ago in BookClub
