Posted on 11.04.25 12:28AM under Uncategorized
Set in 2055’s “New Dubai” (a rebranded New York City sold off in a fire sale of American decline), this script is a blistering cocktail of cyberpunk grit, religious satire, and high-octane action. Written in 2025 and “based on future events,” it’s got that prophetic edge—think Philip K. Dick meets Quentin Tarantino, with a dash of Monty Python for the holy wars. But is it sacred cinema or profane pulp? This is a post-apocalyptic America balkanized by nukes, pandemics, and economic collapse, where holograms replace reality, AI curates news, and religions mash up like a bad DJ set (Abrahamic faiths remixed with psychedelics and death cults). The protagonist, Jonah Spitz—a narcissistic journalist turned reluctant messiah—feels like a modern Everyman, vaping his way through moral quandaries while editing deepfakes that topple elites. His arc from cynical hack to accidental caliph is compelling, laced with humor that’s equal parts sharp and scatological. The blasphemous, religious syncretism risks offending everyone from Buddhists to Believers. Scenes like Jonah faking a necrophilia scandal for UN Secretary-General Lancaster Quinn are hilariously over-the-top, skewering media manipulation in ways that hit uncomfortably close to our current fake-news era. The plot zips along like a stolen gunship, skewering media manipulation in ways that hit uncomfortably close to our current fake-news era. Profane? Absolutely. Sacred? In its twisted way, yes.
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