The Man Who Fell to Earth (1976)

This is a bad and over-long movie strung between a handful of remarkable images. The original plot is that weird alien David Bowie travels from his dying homeworld to seek help and water on planet earth. The actual plot, post-anthropocene, is that the dying planet David Bowie travels from is none-other-than the near-future earth. He develops alcoholism when he begins doom-scrolling TV,  becoming addicted to the very consumption that will eventually kill the planet. There is no rescue and David learns to stop worrying and just love the bomb. Cynical. The other curious bit of trivia about this movie is that Philip K Dick obsessed over it and claimed it held all manner of gnostic secrets. The film appears, a la wacky autoficion, in his book VALIS. This may be due to the amphetamines, for beyond a canny conception of post-modernism as the enchantment that happens before/because of the end of the world, I find no such secret meanings. Rip Torn gets naked. Very 70s.