Whoever it was, their wish has just been at least approximated, if not exactly granted.  The new stuff:

American History X (1998), in which Hollywood tries to make a non-hysterical movie about Nazi skinheads, but can’t quite bear to do it…

Smithereens (1982), in which the rotting remains of the New York City punk scene become a haven for dead-end scam-artists…

Stone (1974), in which a cop who left the edge three or four counties back is assigned to infiltrate a gang of outlaw bikers in the hope of figuring out who’s been going around bumping them off…

Suburbia (1983), in which you can’t entirely blame the residents of a decaying Los Angeles suburb for failing to tolerate the band of teenage runaways who are squatting an abandoned house a few miles away up Interstate 605…

and…

The Trip (1967), in which a man who was supposed to be a thinly disguised stand-in for Jack Nicholson becomes a thinly disguised stand-in for Roger Corman instead, but still drops acid in an attempt to figure out why he’s so dissatisfied with life.