As a child of the cold war, I’m always interested in films that have to do with the nuclear specter. Watching “The Day After” was a seminal event of my youth. The latest is House of Dynamite, on Netflix, which my wife (also a child of the cold war, just vastly better-looking than me) and I watched on Friday night. I highly recommend it, although you will be shaken to the core by being reminded that your life is in the hands of a drunk and a megalomaniac.
