Well, if today goes according to plan, DJs will be playing plenty of REM and Skeeter Davis, maybe even Bobby Womack, as their decks implode before their melting eyes. If it’s all a false alarm, it’ll be the Super Furries. But if you’ve really caught the apocalypse bug, you could do far worse than watch Don McKellar’s Last Night (1998), a movie so deliciously Canadian that the world can’t even be bothered to end with a whimper, let alone a bang; more like an apology. See you on the other side!
PS: And if you haven’t completely given up hope, I’ve even written another post for my not-dead-yet Infinite Jest blog.
PS: And if you haven’t completely given up hope, I’ve even written another post for my not-dead-yet Infinite Jest blog.
