Dream Diary 2: Whack-an-Oppenheimer

I was in a darkly lit arcade playing the Whack-a-Mole. Rather than moles, however, the things which reared their heads were small replicas of Cillian Murphy's J. Robert Oppenheimer from the recent film Oppenheimer.

Each one would emerge and recite a 3-star letterboxd review for the film Mad God by legendary special effects artist Phil Tippet. Rather than actually speaking them out loud, a speech bubble would appear over Cillian's head containing a screenshot of said review.

I would then strike them down with all my might, using not a plastic hammer but a larger-than-usual copy of the Holy Bible. I screamed a lot about how animation is the future, as I wholeheartedly believed, and still do now that I am conscious, that Phil Tippet's Mad God deserves 5 stars, or 4 at the very least.

It was my opinion that giving it less than 4 stars was indicative of our being spoiled as an audience, and ungrateful for thirty years of blood, sweat, and tears that went into the film's creation. Now that I am awake, I understand that it isn't worth literal bible bashing over.