Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Our late summer weather reprieve finally broke this week, meaning I’m hunkering down for half a year of gloomy New England doldrums. I’ve never been thrilled to live in a region whose weather feels like the meteorological embodiment of depression, but I imagine I’ll bear it with roughly as much grumbling as usual, and as much media to distract myself as I possibly can. As far as that goes, my house is now done with Andor and nearly out of Slayers, meaning it’s time to add some new productions to our daily diet. I’m thinking Future Boy Conan will be our next classic series screening, and I’m eager to see a young, fire-eyed Miyazaki tackle his first TV production. In the meantime, let’s break down some goddamn films!

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