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The Circle: Emma Wattson Scares Me

We watched The Circle last night. You know, the movie where Emma Wattson goes from a naieve young new-hire at the world’s greatest tech company to a nightmare from my darkest fears of the future?

I didn’t understand the movie at the time I watched it. I went into it not really clueing in that I’d need to do some thinking. It seemed a moralizing tale being spelled out in painfully small words using high volume and bright colors, just to make sure my tiny unthinking brain could understand the messaging. 

And of course I’ve been trained by the industry in the standard 3-act structure to think that Wattson’s character Mae had been led astray but was going to go through the classic hero’s transformation, see where she and all had gone wrong, and right the ship at the end of it all.

Turns out, I was the naive one.

.*.*.

In other news, today is the spring solstice. I guess that would explain the gray-haired dudes and ladies I saw in robes at the park.

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