We’re all doomed but a sly sci-fi satire, ‘Good Luck, Have Fun, Don’t Die,’ offers parting words

If you’re reading this on your phone, Sam Rockwell is counting on you. He plays a time traveler who bursts into a Los Angeles diner late at night, shouting a warning: “I’m from the future, and everything goes terribly wrong!” People briefly look up from their phones at this disheveled man, who looks like a tech guru gone wild with wires tangled around his head. They really notice him, though, when he starts stomping on tables and kicking cheeseburgers, desperately trying to get their attention about the technological disaster he claims is coming.







