There are a lot of things in the dying embers of the post-World War II eighty-year cycle of Western civilisation which are quite soul-destroying to those who seek beauty. Think about it: From the over-usage ubiquitous AI and hi-technology (dentistry excluded!), modern architecture to movies, songs, literature (non-fiction excluded), fashion, or all the other arts and crafts, the aesthetics of anti-culture over the past 40 years sucks beyond words. But there is something beautiful about the imperfection of certain objects, architecture, and in the Arts, especially old buildings, films, paintings, and music. Movies that are technically flawless, can often lack aesthetic grandeur, as can ‘perfectly’ painted landscapes/portraits and music melodies that lack edginess and soul. And movies with CGI, featuring some bots instead of real human actors, evoke a feeling of anomie, tinged with negative Uncanny Valley emotions. In contrast, there is something magical about the special effects and props in the movies of yore. There seems to be no end to the dumbing down in the aesthetics of Western civilization, despite its many flaws …