I have no mouth and I must scream

James Dean, who died in 1955, just landed a new movie role, thanks to CGI - The Verge

We fetishize celebrity so hard--it makes us so horny or whatever--that those Hollywood psychopaths feel the need to dig up and reanimate a 50s film star, decades after the flesh has rotted off his bones, to make a movie. There are live actors without the pall of death on them, and you decide to make a digital zombie out of James Dean. It's sick. It's a sign of unhinged capitalistic excess; it's a desecration of the dead who ought to remain undisturbed; and as far as the entertainment industry is a bellwether of the vitality of our culture, it's a sign of a fundamentally decadent and moribund society at large. Vast parts of our culture are necrotic--that's the only way that this could be thought of--the only way James Dean could be reanimated as a digital flesh-puppet is if the society that he is to be propped up and jerked around in front of like a marionette is just as dead as he is. It's diseased and we live in hell. Somehow this isn't a satire on the excesses of the overly consumption-oriented, amoral, hedonistic cesspool called 21st century American society. Somehow what ought to be a very clever satire is actually real. What is satire in this hyperreal nightmare of a society? How can you make better satire of this culture than the satire that this culture makes for itself that isn't satire? You can't satirize the insane.

I just want to burn it all down. Put a torch to Hollywood and shoot the Congress. Firebomb LA. I want to sit up there on top of the letter O and watch the flames eat the city. If this doesn't turn you into an anarcho-esoteric hyper traditionalist neo-fascist, then I don't know what will.


ah, damn; this is from 2019. never mind i guess