I kept seeing the thumbnail for this, but didn't realize it had ties to Ken Kesey's One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, which I haven't seen since I was in High School. The trailer had me immediately.
I find it interesting that, after just watching a film about a viral idea that makes people think/know they are going to die tomorrow, I crack out the Concrete Blonde and fixate on the song Tomorrow, Wendy, which contains the following lyric:
"Tomorrow Wendy is going to die."
A fantastic song, Tomorrow Wendy also features this unrelated by no-less poignant line:
"I told the priest, don't count on any second coming, God got his ass kicked the first time he came down here slumming, He had the balls to come, the gall to die and then forgive us."
Pixies - Surfer Rosa
Calexico - The Black Light
X- Los Angeles
X - Wild Gift
The Plimsouls - Everywhere at Once
Concrete Blonde - Eponymous
Concrete Blonde - Bloodletting
Don Shirley - Don Shirley's Best
Pat Benatar - Essentials
Frank Sinatra - Best of
Five of Disks, also known as Worry. This one fits right into my current state of anxiety over sending query letters. I'm not certain why I'm so terrified of this process, but worry definitely sums up the low-level, background radiation of my brain at the moment.