REVIEW:

Do not bother with Looper. It's a huge pile of illogic and sexism. The Internet has lied to you about it being any good - the time travel is failtastic enough to hamper enjoyment anyway and there will be no enjoyment because the plot is entirely about, no shit, the most vomitmakingly obvious maddonna-whore complex I have ever seen in any piece of media, ever. Lol sorry guess we forgot that there is nothing for women to do in the future except for sex work and mothering people oh but mothering men is ~so important guys~ We did have mixed opinions on the villain but even the one of us who really liked him thought it was done much, much better in Foundation and Empire.

After that we went home and watched Casino Royale for no particular reason; I remembered the bit at the start that reminded me of Super Mario Sunshine but not that it included a snake vs mongoose fight. And I hadn't really noticed before just how completely fucking perfect Eva Green is in that film, seriously ;_;

re. the twenty-first century:

The "high side" of Vegas is probably the most closed society west of Sicily - and it makes no difference, in terms of the day to day life-style of the place, whether the Man at the Top is Lucky Luciano or Howard Hughes. In an economy where Tom Jones can make $75,000 a week for two shows a night at Caesar's, the palace guard is indispensable, and they don't care who signs their paychecks. A gold mine like Vegas breeds its own army, like any other gold mine. Hired muscle tends to accumulate in fast layers around money/power poles . . . and big money, in Vegas, is synonymous with the Power to protect it. [...]

And so much for all that. We didn't fit the mold. There is no formula for finding yourself in Vegas with a white Cadillac full of drugs and nothing to mix with properly. The Fillmore style never quite caught on here. People like Sinatra and Dean Martin are still considered "far out" in Vegas. The "underground newspaper" here - the Las Vegas Free Press - is a cautious echo of The People's World, or maybe the National Guardian.

A week in Vegas is like stumbling into a Time Warp, a regression to the late fifties. Which is wholly understandable when you see the people who come here, the Big Spenders from places like Denver and Dallas. Along with National Elks Club conventions (no niggers allowed) and the All-West Volunteer Sheepherders' Rally. These are people who go absolutely crazy at the sight of an old hooker prancing out on the runway to the big-beat sound of a dozen 50-year-old junkies kicking out the jams on "September Song".

From Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas, Hunter S Thompson, 1971.

The ultimate weapon isn't this plague out in Vegas, or any new super H-bomb. The ultimate weapon has always existed. Every man, every woman, and every child owns it. It's the ability to say No and take the consequences. 'Fear is failure.' 'The fear of death is the beginning of slavery.' "Thou hast no right but to do thy will.' The goose can break the bottle at any second. Socrates took the hemlock to prove it. Jesus went to the cross to prove it. It's in all history, all myth, all poetry. It's right out in the open all the time.

From ILLUMINATUS!, Robert Shea & Robert Anton Wilson, 1975.