Comhroinn Fuaime

[Ominous synth hum fades in, screen glitches with buried film reels emerging from digital static. Voiceover starts low, intense, building to a crescendo.] Imagine this: Hollywood's vaults, sealed tighter than a black site. Not with forgotten flops—but prophecies. Sci-fi films so eerily prescient, studios panicked and shoved them into the shadows. AI overlords? Eco-apocalypses? Simulated realities? These aren't new Netflix cash-grabs. They're 50-year-old warnings from the 70s, dismissed as weird