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There is a specific kind of vertigo that hits you at 10:47 PM on a Tuesday. You have just finished a "prestige" episode of television that required a flowchart to understand the timeline. You scroll past four streaming services, each one shouting a different thumbnail of a grizzled man holding a gun or a rom-com couple staring at a pastry. You land on a movie you’ve seen seventeen times. You watch it. You feel nothing.

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Look, I loved Succession . I cried at Aftersun . I think Beef was a masterpiece. But we have hit a wall of self-importance. Not every show needs to be a trauma study. Not every movie needs to be a silent, 70mm meditation on the nature of rust. There is a specific kind of vertigo that