
Toy Story 5 Takes On the Existential Dread of Big Tech
A kids’ movie about tech addiction and the terror of being obsolete? Of course Toy Story 5 is a hit — we’re all living through it.
Eileen Jones is a film critic at Jacobin, host of the Filmsuck podcast, and author of Filmsuck, USA.

A kids’ movie about tech addiction and the terror of being obsolete? Of course Toy Story 5 is a hit — we’re all living through it.

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Steven Spielberg’s sci-fi thriller Disclosure Day is corny and cluttered. But in these dark days, a classic Spielberg summer movie about aliens is just what the doctor ordered.

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