Discussing ambition and doom with Japanese Breakfast

Plus: I got existential with the Dewy Dudes.

A convenient thing about the intense memeification of The Substance was that being overexposed to screenshots of all that body stuff made it easy to sit down and watch it at last. I’m way too squeamish to have handled those final 45 minutes without ample warning, but I’m glad I finally saw what all the fuss was about.

Demi was amazing, of course, but the…