Today was a sunny day, the one that makes you thrive for a beer, mint lemonade or an intergalactic crash, just like the one ending von Trier’s Melancholy. And in the middle of the heat, meditating like Kirsten Dunst on a green meadow, something just struck me. An idea.

Maybe partly it was caused by the third episode of the new Black Mirror season I’ve seen last night. It wasn’t really up to the standard the viewers were used to, myself included. Frankly, the plot was dry as a salt lake, the distance in quality from San Junipero should be expressed in light years, and it was night and night even compared to Hang the DJ. Just a teenage flick about bloodsucking business which creeps everywhere where big money is put at stake. To make thing interesting it gravitated around Miley Cyrus’ career…