Those of us who have been watching Michelle Yeoh with admiration for years — and those of us who have been wishing just as long that sci-fi would dream with more ambition — have unearthed the eternal motherlode.
So much of my new year has been spent in my past. Particularly, in Berkeley.
A cli-fi masterpiece of nature and power, violence and the sacred.
How has it taken me this long to see? What does it matter?
Happy New Year, Earthlings.
I have spent it so far among the elements.
Swim with me a bit.
On this day, after the one known so well as Christmas, The Beatles beamed a sloppy, surreal cult standout into holiday televisions, confounding many and captivating few.
It’s hard to believe that My Bloody Valentine’s epochal Loveless debuted 30 years ago. Few releases since have been as singular, riveting, exploratory, immediately identifiable.
It is probably not an accident that hip hop legend MF DOOM passed away on the same hallowed holiday our superpowers converged on an environmental conference implementing a legally binding agreement to stop destroying Earth.
Hayao Miyazaki has mastered the art of cli-fi. And yet so many of his earlier visions have remained out of sight and out of mind.
As the West is consumed by fire, as predicted fo so long, it is time to bow to my past which no longer exists.
You’re never too young to shock the world. Or change it. Los Angeles quartet The Linda Lindas have done both. Now they have a legendary punk label on their side to prove it.
Devastating. A visionary, a disciple, a legend. Cali’s finest. A heartbreaking year for hip hop. #RIPShockG
Nearly two decades (and 40 million viewers) after signal boosts from early adopters like yours truly, Adult Swim reboots Harvey Birdman’s postmodern satire for an intersectional epoch.
Avatar: The Last Airbender and Legend of Korra finally arrive at a compromise, from opposite coordinates.
Good job, America. Our long national nightmare is over. Until the next one.
Enjoy this holiday sneak peek of The Beatles: Get Back, knowing its reprogramming is all we have left of The Beatles, as the original fades.
Fifty years after the passing of The Beatles, McCartney has again added his voice to our turbulent time.
“I see this 21st Century malaise reaching its snapping point,” Rankin explained. “Last century saw the rise of innumerable idealistic movements. This traumatized world is the one we inherited.”
Twelve years ago, on the cusp of a new administration, I crafted a list to save the world from climate crisis. Here we go again (again).
Two presidential terms ago, I bowed deep before a momentous election to the Gravediggaz, hoping to exorcise eight years of apocalyptic Republican rule. Here we go again.
We have been thankfully kept sane during this apocalyptic epoch by an animated comedy anchored in species solidarity and spirited rewilding. But no longer.
A child of climate crisis, Greta Thunberg has become a champion in search of solidarity to reclaim our future. And the new documentary I Am Greta is her statement of purpose.
A captivating exploration of the forces and flows that cover well over half of our overheating planet, Children of the Sea is essential cli-fi.
The most powerful woman on television is back on television, where she belongs. We need her, more than ever.
The only thing that seems to lessen the Dead Zone asphyxiating the apocalyptic Gulf of Mexico is a globally warmed superstorm.