HBO’s hit show is back—but creator Sam Levinson has turned it into a pornographic incel fantasy, where every woman is a conniving sex worker or trafficker. What happened here?
Under the sterile blue lights of his studio, Fallon laughs endlessly at the same pseudo-jokes, rubs elbows with Trump and Sam Altman, and ushers in the death of culture.
Ryan Coogler’s Oscar-nominated horror film is a compelling tale of black heroism, but its faith in entrepreneurship and cultural essentialism rings hollow.