Good grief. About a month ago, the ubiquitous comic strip Peanuts (featuring Good Ol’ Charlie Brown) celebrated its seventy-fifth anniversary, and that is a big deal. It is rare to see a work that has had such a monumental impact on its entire form the way that Peanuts has. And for being such a landmark it has also held up extraordinarily well for something that began in the 1950s. Its characters and sense of humour still resonate, as much in the classic gags as in the dimmer beats reflective of its depressed kid protagonist. I still find it astonishingly deep as I read it back. Charles Schulz’s cartoon, with only him at the helm, ran for half a century before ending in the early months of 2000 just before Schulz’s own death in a bit of poetic fate. It’s legacy though has continued on, and for the moment at least, its cast of characters are still iconic. I’ve written here before of my love for the comic strip medium, and that is the format that Peanuts most purely belo...
The people at the heart of Bugonia are real. Maybe in certain echo chambers it might not seem like it; like a guy who is convinced that he’s the hero of They Live , who is correctly cognizant of the inequities of the modern age -ecological destruction, corporate hegemony, political and economic manipulation- but rather than admit to their true institutional and mundane roots chooses to interpret them through the lens of alien conspiracy, and is so casually confident in this. I have met these people, victims of the very systems they rail against by their inadequate access to real mental healthcare. Yorgos Lanthimos knows of them, perhaps has met such people himself, and he has a certain sympathy for them -if it does go hand-in-hand with ample mockery of the various lengths of elaborate and convoluted lore such conspiracies are built on. And the way it intersects with the auspices of real power is too entertaining to him to pass up. It was likewise the case for Jang Joon-hwan back i...