We really need to do a better job viewing the game film. And by “game film” I am referring to last three centuries or so, going back to the birth of Rousseau, a mal-auspicious event attended by dark signs, and probably foretold by Nostradamus. This is because clown worlds don’t make themselves, and all things in the created order have antecedents, including all the gaudy things that we find in this generation, our carnival of claptrap.