Kubo. Kubo! Can you hear me, Kubo? I said your mother is gone. Your village is destroyed. Burned to the ground. We landed here in the Far Lands. Your enemies aren’t far behind. We must search for shelter before your grandfather comes. We need to go now.
— Kubo and the Two Strings (2016) dir. Travis Knight
Crash landing my gyrocopter directly in front of a Michelin star restaurant and stepping out completely unscathed, handing the keys to a valet who takes my spot in the wreckage and is immediately impaled by a metal rod and bleeds out in the cockpit
I want the writer’s strike to last until they get everything they demand and more. I want the SAG strike to last until AI is entirely forbidden across the board in the entire industry. I want CGI artists to unionize and strike. I want animators to strike. I want composers and directors and designers and VAs and techies and producers and stage hands and game devs and programmers and recording artists to strike.
I want every aspect of the entertainment industry brought to a grinding halt for months or even years to take it from the corps and put it back in the hands of the artists.
