Neurovember continues and Strange Days has found us. A weirdly prescient film that isn’t quite able to read the future room, the crew and returning guest John Crawford travel to the future of New Years Eve, 1999, where the most popular form of entertainment is Juliette Lewis. That’s it. Just Juliette Lewis, doin’ stuff. Singing. Dancing. Aiding and abetting murder. Strap in for a long episode of talking about Ralph Fiennes’ bad American accent and Angela Bassett kicking ass. Content warning: sexual assault.