The year is 2069.
Frame 1: Christopher Nolan’s The Iliad.
There were no trailers. No advanced screenings.
The audience holds its breath.
Patroclus and Achilles appear on screen. War like. Godlike. Manly. Covered in olive oil. And butt ass naked wrestling. Then NOT wrestling.
The unsuspecting crowd looks on in horror.
This continues for 2 hours and 53 minutes.








