On a more serious note, fuck this year. Any filmmaker who says “I know! Let’s do a remake of The Big Chill, but instead of making it about assholes whining about the aftermath of the 60s, we’ll have it about 2020 instead” they ought to be fucking shot. And if Billy Joel makes “We Didn’t Start The Fire… Again!” about 2020 then I’ll hate him just as much as I already do because hating him any more is impossible. Fuck Billy Joel. Fuck The Big Chill. Fuck 2020. And especially fuck people who say things like “LOL! That’s sooooo 2020!” as if it’s still clever to remark on that at this point.