Over the weekend, I watched a whole bunch of films. C was in Bangkok with her colleagues, so I stayed home and gorged on celluloid.
Brazil, with its self-assured dystopian nature, reminds me of 1984 and The Handmaid’s Tale (which blew my teenage mind). It was released in 1985, more than 30 years ago, yet it’s still so chillingly relevant. In many ways, it’s even more prescient than ever. What’s terrifying is how we don’t realise that Terry Gilliam‘s flight of fantasy may already be our reality.