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I didn’t watch it all the way through.
A partial review of the Ballad of Buster Scruggs.
I made it as far as the third segment.
A spoiler within half a spoiler alert: Most of the plot for the first three segments is given away, except whether Buster Scruggs lives or dies. He dies.
In our media soaked environment I find myself coming face to face with an increasing disconnect between sentiment and reality.
Things are the way they are, not the way we want them to be. Yet, it feels like there is an endless array of media and creative types telling me that things are some other way.
America, the great cultural imperialist, has a deep understanding of the power of sentiment over reality.
When the lines between myth, sentiment and reality begin to blur we can begin to form unrealistic expectations about ourselves and the world around us.
Remember the Alamo? I sure do. I loved all those John Wayne movies, endlessly re-run. Hell, I loved everything at the movies as I only got to go four times a year.
The local stuff was generally much worse. Max had a lot to be Mad about.
With endless streaming services, my quotient of cinematic inputs can easily escalate to four times a night.
