The popcorn I forgot to eat watching 'Disclosure Day' (2026) at the movies. My lapse was not on account of the film. I just plumb forgot. (I normally don't consume anything at the theater.) So I brought the stuff home and had it there.
My 2026-06-16 comment to PZ Myers' 2026-06-13 Pharyngula Freethought Blog post entitled 'I told you I might go see Disclosure Day'.
I just saw it today, with someone dear to me who is into alien visitations and stuff, otherwise I would have heeded your advice. Thanks for the heads up nonetheless.
I usually dislike Spielberg for dramatic excesses that constantly seem to happen in total isolation. Two train operators who won’t stop for anything and somehow lack radio communications between them. Then there are other absurdities like the crack security forces that never cover all the exits before they move in on the target and can’t see or hear open movement within feet of them. Plus vehicles that would be knocked out of commission with their first fender bender. Later, a home copied down to every last single knickknack? Come on! When all this business of disclosure could have been completely and utterly avoided had the technically superior extraterrestrials, buzzing our skies for decades, just said “hello” to all the Earth at one time. Why dump the responsibility onto someone else to prove your existence? That feels more like God’s department.
Sorry for the hodgepodge, this movie is like a bad taste in my mouth. I’m still spitting it out!
You warned me.
:-)
One last thing, as a person of color, I am so tired of the white gaze; the white chosen, the white mediator, the white savior. This film and all the coming attractions preceding it, it was the same damn thing or variant thereof.
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