I went to a movie about Elizabeth Holmes. My high-school Volkswagen has requested a correction.
The Riff. October 25, 2026
I saw You Can See Everything, the Nathan Fielder and Lance Oppenheim movie about Elizabeth Holmes. It begins with the Theranos founder allowing a film crew into her life thirty-four days before she’s due to report to prison.
That is quite a time to have company.
Most of us would be canceling subscriptions and trying to remember who borrowed the ladder. She agreed to Nathan Fielder.
It’s a wonderfully twisted movie. It sent me thinking about truth, memory, and how an orange Volkswagen called Ben’s Boogie Bus acquired a reputation its owner couldn’t substantiate.
I built the stereo. Somebody else supplied the scandal.
