John Scalzi:
No one was asking for a pop art scifi movie that was ostensibly about shooting big damn alien bugs but was really a meditation about the quiet mainstreaming of fascistic thought and imagery into everyday life, and how all that glossy, idealized ubermensch aesthetic and thinking falls apart once it meets the chaos of war. But surprise! Here it is! Would you like to know more?
Maybe I’d enjoy the movie more if I saw it again today. Maybe I’d find it too painful to watch.
The December Comfort Watches 2025, Day Eighteen: Starship Troopers