click raze i know it's just a movie, but that maudlin mess made me want to put my fist through the tv screen. you give a man a universal remote control that allows him to alter his world, and instead of using it to bring about any positive change, he fast-forwards through foreplay, skips out on time with his family so he can focus on his career, turns down the sound when there's something he doesn't want to hear, and uses the pause button to cause physical harm to a child and fart in the face of the man who holds the keys to his promotion. he sleepwalks through the most important moments of his life, only reckoning with the mistakes he's made when he's offered a second chance he doesn't deserve. give me that shit, and i'll manufacture longer lives for the ones i love and buy back enough sleep to feel whole again, pausing only to catch my breath before the second act. 240108 what's it to you? who go blather from