The sequel to Mad Max was released 20 years ago. I remember seeing previews on TV and being strictly forbidden to go see it by my parents. 20 years...
No no, I'm not getting nostalgic. It's just that as I have aged and watched the world develop before my eyes I have realized that I will most likely never achieve one of my fondest dreams. I will never get to live in a post-apocalyptic wasteland.
Let's face it, the world just isn't going to fall apart in my lifetime. I will never experience a Red Dawn. I will not get to Escape From New York or go Beyond Thunderdome. I will not meet any Blade Runners, Terminators or RoboCops. The Day After will be as free of nuclear winter as the day before was. If I ever go to Brazil I don't expect to have anyone ask me how my ducts are.
When you get right down to it, we're basically going to be more or less ok. And that just sucks.