All of life, you see, exists somewhere within the space delineated by the movies Reservoir Dogs, Being John Malkovich, and The Princess Bride. Each of these three movies represents the extreme outer limit of one aspect of the human condition. All of humanity--all religion, all philosophy, all creation, all expression, all experience--falls somewhere within the space marked off by these three movies.
Perhaps it needs a fourth point, say, "Bus 174" or "Irreversible"?
yes, or Bambi, The Hills have Eyes and Paint your Wagon.
LOL: "extreme outer limit of one aspect of the human condition." Strictly whitey middle class concerns here. I already feel like some daft philistine having to gesture towards the stuff that fills the history books, holocaust, gulag, the evil fucking series of exploitations that so effortlessly traverse history. Grad student's felicitous drunk party ramble, half-assed cultural studies "take", Hollywood-centric narcicistic domestication of suffering, bloated delusional do-gooder reasoning, etc. etc.
1/3 of the world's population does not have regular access to clean water. Story ends here.