Somehow this film is prophetic: exactly 60 years after the fictional Trump, there appears the realistic Trump. But everything now is of a much larger scale. 60 years ago, the petit fictional conman wanted to build a wall around a town. Now, a huge realistic conman wants to build a wall around a nation. 60 years ago, the fictional Trump said: "I am the only one. Trust me. I can build a wall around your homes that nothing will penetrate. You ask how do you build that wall. You ask, and I'm here to tell you." Now, everyone can hear the realistic Trump say very similar things, again and again. However, there is a difference between the fiction and the reality. The fiction was fun. The reality is terrible.
Review of The End of the World
