I still can’t believe I actually get to write this post. But here goes. This is pretty much the most exciting, terrifying, holy-shit-this-mix-of-emotions-is-going-to-make-me-burst-into-tears announcement I’ve ever made in my life, and so I’m just going to blurt this on to your lap before I spend another half-hour dancing around the house with excitement.
Thanks, I hate it.
politely, what the fuck
So, I’ve just recovered from watching The Haunting of Hill House a few weeks ago and boy, do I have some shit to say. From sensational performances, amazing cinematography, fabulous direction, and the only jumpscare that actually got my bowels to twitch in terror, this is quite simply one of the best horror shows I’ve ever seen in my life. No, scratch that – one of the best pieces of horror media I’ve ever come across. Following the interlocking stories of the Crane family, the show investigates both the past of the Cranes, living in the haunted Hill House as children and parents, and their lives after the haunting at the hands of the Hill House ghosts as adults. If you haven’t seen it, off you go and watch it now – spoilers ahead, and I don’t want to ruin anything for you.
I think one of the biggest problems of this season of Doctor Who has been the fact that Chris Chibnall has been behind every episode of Jodie Whittaker’s run so far. It’s not that I hate the direction in which he’s been taking the show – as I’ve been saying the last few weeks, I really enjoy the warmer, more joyful edge that he’s brought to Doctor Who, and the effort he’s putting in to giving us some silly, fun little stories around a Doctor who feels genuinely new.
It’s the weekend, and you know what that means: it times to recline, relax, boot up that group chat, and get stuck in to all the gossip you missed this week. And what juicier gossip than a little drama courtesy of a very emotional ALPHA FEMALE?
I wanted to like this.
Right from Riverdale’s unbelievably kooky little nineties-throwback title card, I knew that this was going to be an episode that, despite myself, I enjoyed. And dammit, I did.
The Midnight Club, this week’s episode of Riverdale, is the long-awaited flashback episode, covering the teenage past of Alice, FP, Fred, Hermione, and company as it relates to the current outbreak of suicides in the present-day Riverdale teens.
Alright, American Horror Story, we need to have a talk.
Because it’s clear you’re in a bad place right now. You’re acting out for attention – we’ve all been there, trust me, here, come sit down and have this tea I made for you. I’m worried. We’re all worried. I just want to talk.
Well, I mean, uh…
This season of Doctor Who, Chris Chibnall’s first as showrunner, has often felt much like a panicked attempt to fit in every single little idea that Chibnall has ever had for his tenure on the show. And this episode, The Tsuranga Conundrum, is perhaps the primest example of that to date, in an outing that doesn’t offer the cohesive direction for the show that I’ve been craving.
For as long as I can remember, I have used things to keep me safe from the way I feel.
