Los Angeles is the ancestral home of the movie business, but it’s also a graveyard. L.A. is where old films go to die. In the case of Warner Bros.’ “Batgirl,” that might be all too literal — the movie was nearly finished when the studio scrapped it to earn a tax write-off. But when it comes to the biz, I’m talking about a more metaphorical death: the death of cultural relevance. When movies lose their appeal with the public, turn into cult objects or just fall out of print on home video, what is left of the work? A ghost of a memory in the mind of an obsessive. Increasingly, the people desperate to remember the movies that played on repeat on pay-cable in the 20th century are turning to the detritus of show business: crew jackets given out at wrap parties.⁠ ⁠ @dwschilling is back with his latest trend analysis 👀 Link in bio⁠ ⁠ ✍️: @dwschilling⁠ 📸: @kbillions