I Hated Westworld

One of my favorite things to listen to recently while at work is my Spotify Daily Mix #3. A sample of the tunes this particular auto-generated playlist gives me: Fad Gadget – Luxury The Cure – Lovesong Adam and the Ants – Puss N Boots The Church – Under the Milky Way Duran Duran – New Moon on Monday You get the idea. It’s heavy on the 80’s new wave/new romantic nostalgia and fuck man, it really gets me through the day of futility and frustration. I finished up Westworld last night, and it really irritated me. First off, the sheer amount of characters in it confused me a bit especially since I walked away from the show for about a month after watching the fourth episode. I still don’t understand how the robots were able to kill the humans with guns when we were told that humans are impervious to guns in this little world. Are the guns used in the world special guns that can only kill the bots, and finally real guns that could actually kill humans were smuggled in? And, most importantly, who gives a fuck? When I finished it last night, I really didn’t think much about it. But now it seems that I’m quite angry about the show. I mean, really, the show was a 10-hour long Jurassic Park with robots instead of dinosaurs. 10 fucking hours!