To All You Workers Out There…

This line from Slacker (1990) cracks me up:

“To all you workers out there, every single commodity you produce is a piece of your own death.”

He’s supposed to be crazy but I sort-of know what he means.

Interestingly, this character is a recently-freed prisoner. One of the first things he does with his freedom (after issuing this statement to some student filmmakers) is play a videogame in an amusement arcade. I found that charming somehow.

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