Pela meets TVoTR meets CftPA meets the Ting Tings or something
Literally listening to just this song on repeat all morning. It's hard to describe exactly, but the fundamental character of this song is nostalgia for the music of 2007. It feels like a photo album made by someone at the far edge of your own friend group, all snapshots of half-remembered events.
Why is this a wrong answer
Can you please call Turkish Airlines to confirm they won't fly us to Chile? I would really like to fly to Chile, a country on the western side of South America, on this airline that is based in Istanbul and consistently offers amazing prices on flights to Europe if we go through Istanbul.
The important thing is he was just following the data where it leads, not engaged in facile punditry like all the media personages who aren't as smart as him, as he would no doubt be happy to tell you, right up close to your face, for 15 minutes in a row without taking a breath.
Lost didn't give us that. It tried to give us one character finally coming to acceptance of what was true. But we had to go with Jack, we had to accept the truth he was accepting, or the whole thing became nothing. And what he was accepting was so ethereal as to leave us all behind when it was done.
The end of The Leftovers is narratively clear, but the key is it works no matter what you think it was. Either the grand truth is revealed but it doesn't relieve the challenges of the mystery. Or there is no grand truth; all it says is people need to feel whole before they can be open to each other.
People want a narrative answer. What they don't want is an answer that stacks the deck on the hard questions a show wants them to wrestle with. It might offend, it might miss the actual crux of people's own questions, or it might come off as hokey and stupid. You cannot but let people down.
Like, I know the logic of it is not the point for anyone involved, but any suggestion that white people are under attack "on behalf of their country's most powerful institutions" is just surreal.