Those of us who have been watching Michelle Yeoh with admiration for decades have unearthed the eternal motherlode.
A cli-fi masterpiece of nature and power, violence and the sacred.
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.
Hip hop legend MF DOOM passed away on a holiday that our superpowers would later converge upon a conference implementing an agreement to stop destroying Earth.
Hayao Miyazaki has mastered the art of cli-fi. And yet so many of his earlier visions remain 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.
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.
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).
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.
The legendary Toots and the Maytals return after a decade of silence to ring the alarm on our exponential climate crisis.
It is long past time to defund and disempower the nuclear industry.
Its weaponization of the renewable energy movement has no place among those committed to unplugging the climate crisis that has brought us to brink of annihilation.
The skies and air may be cleaner than recent memory. But the coronavirus is still inflicting heavy clean energy casualties during a climate crisis that has yet to be fully addressed.
Great news, for an internetworked world locked down, looking for hope. Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts is returning for a second season.
The bad news? A decade later, Deepwater Horizon remains one the worst environmental disasters in human history. The good news? A decade later, oil is dead.
A decade ago, I wrote about the myriad ways our planet would refuse to put up with us. Today, I look back, during a global lockdown, as a zoonotic dystopia borne from our ceaseless invasion of Earth ravages so-called civilization.
Solar is only for the rich, goes the usual complaint in defense of a status quo that has led directly to our climate crisis.
That’s a no.
The iconography of cli-fi sets Pearl Jam’s latest effort afire, as our exponential climate crisis fractures the prism between the personal and the political.