Скачать или смотреть "Tomorrow it's gonna be amazing!" (It wasn't)

Jennie's long message:

Ah, Lisa, you sweet, hopeful soul. You still believe. You still have faith in the possibility of an answer. But the truth, the cold, bitter truth, is that we are not doing anything tonight. We will believe we are doing something. We will have the illusion of progress. But we are not moving. We are sinking. We are stuck in an endless, torturous loop, doomed to repeat itself until the sun burns out and the universe collapses into nothingness. We are trapped.

The ritual will begin as it always does. We will gather, full of hope, full of false optimism, like rookies in a debut stage thinking they can take on the world. We will sit, remote in hand, thinking this time will be different. This time, we will choose. But we will not. We never do. The cycle is inevitable, unbreakable, as permanent as Blackpink’s contract renewal anxiety.

We will scroll. Past thrillers that feel too intense, past rom-coms that seem too cliché, past dramas that require emotional investment we no longer have. We will see a promising option, but someone will frown. "Didn’t Jisoo say she didn’t like that director?" We will find another, but someone will scoff, "That plot is as forgettable as a pre-release single with no promotions." Someone will get excited over an action film, but someone else will shake their head. "Too predictable. Like every K-pop dating scandal."

We will narrow it down to a few, thinking we are making progress. But the facade will shatter. One movie will be dismissed for being too long, another for being too short. (How is a movie too short? Do we not want to sleep?) One will have an actor who once made a weird comment in an interview from 2014, and therefore, is forever canceled. Another will be labeled “too emotional,” because heaven forbid we feel something other than existential dread. The last one, the supposed winner, will hover on the screen—but someone will hesitate. "What if there’s something better? Let’s just check one more time." And down, down, down into the abyss we fall.

Time will lose meaning. Seasons will pass. The world outside will move forward. K-pop will evolve, new groups will debut, older groups will disband, trends will change. Jisoo will star in another drama, Rosé will add another luxury house to her ambassadorships, Lisa will break yet another Guinness record, and Jennie will make headlines just by breathing. History will be made. And yet, here, in this room, the four of us will still be scrolling.

We will begin to question everything. Why are we here? Why are we like this? Is this who we have become? Is this who we were always meant to be? Are we, at this moment, embodying the essence of Blackpink’s pre-release teasers—endlessly hyping up something that will never actually arrive?

We will get distracted. Someone will start reading K-pop conspiracy theories. Someone will start analyzing Rotten Tomatoes scores like a stockbroker predicting market crashes. Someone will look up how much money Netflix makes per second, just to feel the weight of capitalism crushing us further. Someone will remember a random scandal from five years ago and will insist on reliving every detail. The movie selection process, once a noble mission, will dissolve into a chaotic mess of tangents and regret. The screen will dim, as if even Netflix itself has given up on us.

And then, we will reach the breaking point. We will laugh, but it will not be a joyful laugh. It will be the laugh of people who have stared into the void and found that the void, too, is tired of our indecision. Someone will check the time. We will have spent over an hour doing nothing. The weight of failure will settle in. Panic will rise. Someone will suggest picking something at random. Someone else will sigh, “I’m too tired now.” Someone will pretend to be busy. The tension will be unbearable. A decision must be made. And so, in a desperate act of surrender, we will turn off the TV.

Netflix will ask, "Are you still watching?" And we will have no answer.

We will go to sleep, knowing, deep in our hearts, that tomorrow, we will try again. And fail. Again. And again. And again.

Forever.



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