There's usually a really poignant scene in every post-apocalyptic movie where one of the survivors on the run from zombies or nuclear radiation or robot zombies or cannibal republicans manages to hole up in a safe house overnight, and they find the home movies , or photo albums of the people who used to live there. The soundtrack gets all plaintive, and the film cuts back and forth between shots of the characters and the footage they're watching. The point here is one of two opposing statements, either Look At How Beautiful Life Was Before We Ruined It or Look At How Awful We Were To One Another. We Deserve This.
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