I know the movie shows immortality as a burden, and I get that—it looks exhausting. But honestly? I still want it. If I could live forever, I’d never run out of time to watch all the shows and movies I love. There’s always a new season, a new series, some indie film from twenty years ago I missed. I wouldn’t even care about the endless battles or the centuries of pain. Just give me a quiet corner, good internet, and streaming access, and I’m set. I’d probably end up like Booker eventually—questioning my choices—but at least I’d be caught up on every director’s full filmography. And imagine how cool it would be to see what cinema looks like 500 years from now.