The massive Beirut explosion looked like an A-bomb detonation in early 1950s Nevada or Utah, or somewhere in the South Pacific. Apologies to Variety‘s Manori Ravindran, but it reminded me of the montage of nuclear blasts at the end of Dr. Strangelove. We think we have it bad here in the States. Well, actually we do, but not as bad as those poor people who were covered in blood and stumbling around in Beirut yesterday. Ghastly.
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