Remember when this movie seemed portentous and damning, its dystopian near-future alarming in just how easily we saw ourselves in every cut to Truman’s viewers? Now, on the cusp of entering the 21st century’s second decade, the dark horror quietly fueling this film’s domestic comedy comes from recognizing just how fucking quaint it all seems in the era of Facebook, Twitter, Twitch, and Instagram. Why settle for being the tub-splashing dipshit at the end of the movie, when you could be both Truman and Christof at the same time! Don’t forget to like and subscribe, and check out my Patreon!