Ready Player One (2018)
I liked the film. It is essentially a remake of Close Encounters of the Third Kind with Halliday in the role of the aliens and the Jackson 5, or whatever their name was (Parzival, Art3mis, Aech, Daito and Sho), in the role of those summoned by them.
Well, you might call that an arbitrary stab, but is it?
And now you really know everything you need to know.
Alright, Spielberg manages to see the bright side in spite of all this, which is an achievement in itself. And if you allow for a little deeper meaning than what is actually shown on the screen, Halliday's mind might well be a suitable replacement for the knowledge from space - or possibly even a more literal metaphor for what the archetypical hope is looking for.
And some consolation seems only fair: Friends are still friends. All that good needs is publicity, although the latter assumes an evil that is obvious to everyone, which doesn't really fit an overtaxed age.
Nevertheless, in its own field it's true, and no matter how much we wished to escape it, we'll always have to come back to reality, because that's what we're driven to deal with, even if it'd be unbeknownst to us.
Does Spielberg say more? Something like: He, who controls the media, controls the Messiah! Let's hope not. No matter who'd win the contest, at best he fared like Michael. To rule those, who have no regard for majesty, an understanding of the task assigned to conscious being, from which the royal responsibility flows, isn't kingship.
Well, you might call that an arbitrary stab, but is it?
And now you really know everything you need to know.
Alright, Spielberg manages to see the bright side in spite of all this, which is an achievement in itself. And if you allow for a little deeper meaning than what is actually shown on the screen, Halliday's mind might well be a suitable replacement for the knowledge from space - or possibly even a more literal metaphor for what the archetypical hope is looking for.
And some consolation seems only fair: Friends are still friends. All that good needs is publicity, although the latter assumes an evil that is obvious to everyone, which doesn't really fit an overtaxed age.
Nevertheless, in its own field it's true, and no matter how much we wished to escape it, we'll always have to come back to reality, because that's what we're driven to deal with, even if it'd be unbeknownst to us.
Does Spielberg say more? Something like: He, who controls the media, controls the Messiah! Let's hope not. No matter who'd win the contest, at best he fared like Michael. To rule those, who have no regard for majesty, an understanding of the task assigned to conscious being, from which the royal responsibility flows, isn't kingship.
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