BAMBI THE DESTROYERBambi the Destroyer begins like any ’80s fantasy movie pulled straight from the video store: a young woman accidentally travels through a vortex and lands in another dimension filled with strange creatures and dangerous monsters that seem to have spent their entire lives waiting for her to arrive.
From that moment on, our voluptuous heroine swaps her ’80s clothes for a skimpy warrior outfit, learns how to swing a sword, and eventually becomes a kind of
female Conan, making her way through a fantasy world packed with mutants and that wonderful lack of self-consciousness that defined classic B-movies.
The series consists of
12 episodes lasting barely one or two minutes each. The story limps along, the narrative keeps tripping over itself, and the plot logic decided to travel through another vortex and never come back. But honestly, none of that really matters. The most interesting thing isn’t what the series tells us, but
how it was created.
The images, characters, settings, dialogue, voices, music, and movement were all generated by combining different artificial intelligence systems. There are obviously many hours of work behind it, but the entire project was created by a single person giving instructions, selecting results, and fitting all the different pieces together.
And that’s where it’s worth stopping for a moment. Barely a decade ago, producing something like this would have required actors, cameras, costumes, sets, technicians, musicians, visual effects specialists, and several months of work. Today, one person can sit in front of a computer and request it using lines of text.
Not design it, model it, animate it, and program it from scratch: simply ask for it.
The result is still far from perfect. Some shots don’t fit together, movements look strange, and continuity wanders in and out of the story whenever it feels like it. But there are also swords, monsters, impossible landscapes, and a flesh-baring ’80s warrior traveling through another universe. And all of it came out of a computer after someone figured out how to explain exactly what they wanted.
Bambi the Destroyer may not be the future of cinema or a cult classic, but it offers a small glimpse of how this new era could begin.
Below, you can watch all 12 episodes and visit the creator’s Instagram account to follow the project.
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Grandpa is blown away.
AUGUST IS SLIPPING AWAYAugust officially ends on Monday, but we’ve decided to say goodbye to it today, the way it deserves, because the end of August should always be marked with
a minute of silence, a cold beer and a distant stare into the horizon.
August isn’t just a month. August is a way of looking at life. It’s the month we automatically associate with holidays, even if it’s been years since we had the kind of summer break we remember from childhood. It means waking up without an alarm, having no idea what day it is, eating at ridiculous hours and discovering that a shower, a pair of flip-flops and a clean T-shirt can be considered perfectly acceptable formalwear.
For a few weeks, even people without a penny to their name get to feel rich. Not because their bank balance suddenly has more zeros, but because they have something far more valuable:
time in which nobody is telling them what to do.
You can be sitting on your balcony in a plastic chair, drinking a can of beer while listening to your neighbor argue with his wife, and still feel as though life is smiling at you. Because you don’t have to work tomorrow. Because you don’t need to set the alarm. Because for a few hours, the world can keep spinning without you having to take part in it.
But everything comes to an end. The suitcases go back into the closet, the flip-flops return to the bottom of the shoe rack and the alarm clock reappears on the bedside table with the same asshole attitude it has always had. September arrives loaded with schedules, unanswered emails, school runs, traffic and people claiming that this time they really are going to start taking the gym seriously.
Most people will already have to start looking ahead to
August 2027 to fantasize about that brief period of the year when we can pretend we’re actually in control of our own lives. There are twelve months to go, but there’s no point thinking about it too much. We just have to keep surviving one week at a time, one public holiday at a time and one beer at a time.
Today, we raise a glass to August. To those who traveled to the other side of the world and those who never left their neighborhood. To those who slept in five-star hotels and those who set up an inflatable pool on the terrace. Because holidays aren’t always about going somewhere far away. Sometimes they’re simply about
nobody being able to force you to be anywhere else.
Until next year, August. You didn’t last long, you cost us far too much and, as always, you disappeared just as we were starting to get used to being alive.
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