It was 1998 - I remember the family computer in my home and that sweet, sweet feeling of finally getting connected to the internet, and how excited I was when my parents let me use their old Mac Color Classic and keep it in my bedroom, even if it wasn't connected to the web. It was an isolating experience growing up as one of... See more
I’m not even sure it qualifies as a documentary, exactly, so much as an elaborate piece of designer taxidermy, horribly overpriced and ice-cold to the touch and proffered like a medieval tribute to placate the greedy king on his throne.