Ah, ’tis the season: if you’re British, like mine fine self-ine, you’ll be cracking out the box-sets and settling down in a haze of fizzy faux-booze and mince pies and suchlike to inject some comedy charm straight into your needy veins.
With only one half-season of Bojack Horseman remaining, I fully intend to spend as much time as humanly (and horsenly) possibly talking about it. Bojack Horseman is one of the best shows of the decade, one of the most consistently brilliant, insightful deep-dives into trauma, abuse, addiction, and mental illness, not to mention a magnificent vehicle for Noted Character Actress Margot Martindale to spin her winsome charms over the nation at large. The last half of this season drops at the end of January next year, and I’m already a little sad to think that it’s going to be over all too soon.
Look, yes, I know that the last few weeks of my writing have just been horror horror horror horror horror Chris Morris horror (and all of those words do indeed link to a different article, if you really fancy getting in on the non-stop spooky bullshit I’ve been covering!). But it’s October, the one month that I can actually justify the fake vampire fangs and wall-to-wall scary stories that I consume the rest of the year! Let your girl live a little! Or die a little, depending on what we’re watching, but you’re with me!
Hi! I’m Louise, I’m twenty-four, and the only thing that gives my life meaning is the horror genre! It’s October, which means I actually have a tenuous reason to talk about the genre for a change, as if I need one.
I’m a huge fan of horror television, and man, is there some good stuff out there – The Haunting of Hill House, Marianne, the first two seasons of American Horror Story but Certainly Not the newest ones – but I want to share some of my newest discoveries to creep you out this Halloween season. From slashers to zombies to, uh, miscellaneous, let’s dive into the sPoOkiEst series out there.
As I write this, I am jetting off to La Belle France avec ma famille for a cheesy beach holiday where I plan to consume my body weight in croissants and roadside crepes. And, well, in keeping with that mood, let’s talk a little about a show that fits the theme, shall we?
You girl is on her period and utterly busy-ed out at the moment, so this post comes courtesy of my excellent co-writer over at No But Listen, who has stepped in to vent about a show he hates for your reading pleasure. And also mainly so I don’t have to hear him ranting about it any longer.
