Collapse Wed. March 17 @ 8pm @ my apartment

Collapse by Chris Smith WITH SOUFLEE BY MEGAN
First things first; Megan is making delicate Goat Cheese Souffles in Phyllo Cups to go with COLLAPSE:

She might even make a SemiSweet Chocolate Souflee with Nougat Center. DELICIOUS!

And all this is to go with Collapse, by Chris Smith, whose made two of my favorite movies; American Movie and The Pool. Erika NEVER STOPS WATCHING THIS MOVIE.



From Scott Tobias' A Review in Onion's Av Club

Ruppert may appear like just another crackpot, the sort of obscure, raving prophet who regularly offers up worst-case scenarios in Glenn Beck’s War Room. (Or Stephen Colbert’s Doom Bunker, for that matter.) But he isn’t an ideologue, which makes his Chicken Little panic more authentic—as do his confident voice and meticulously crafted arguments. The scope of his argument is suspiciously immense, yet thought through to the smallest detail; every time a “Yeah, but” question comes up (as in “Yeah, but what about these alternative energy sources?” or “Yeah, but what about human innovation?”), Ruppert has an answer. “I don’t deal in conspiracy theory,” he says. “I deal in conspiracy fact.”
That said—and this is important to remember—Collapse is by no means an endorsement of Ruppert’s worldview. Smith (American Movie) has enough faith in his audience to allow them to sort it out for themselves. He gives Ruppert the floor, but his occasional interjections question whether his subject has walled himself into an argument by accepting only the information that supports his point of view. And in several exceptionally poignant moments, he also allows us to see an angry, lonely, vulnerable man whose life epitomizes the title as much as the globe does. There are many layers to the man and the movie, and it’s hard not to leave the theater shaken.