The Marketing Department: Suspiria Trailer
In which I try to get over the whole, you know, Dakota Johnson thing.
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The Ninth Year: The Haunting of Swill House
August 26, 2018
August 25, 2018
The TV That Made Me: Glee
I thought long and hard what to put in this final spot for The TV That Made Me series. There are so many shows that I’ve loved so deeply that I could have put here for simply defining the time in my life when I found them – American Horror Story, Vikings, Riverdale, Hannibal, Carnivale, the latter of which I initially planned to put here. But those are shows I’ve just loved, and, however deep that love might go, at the end of the day, it is just that: a really fucking great show that I really fucking loved at a specific point in my life. When it comes to shows that have defined me in a deeper sense, I have to turn to something that I don’t love. Something I actually hate quite a lot. Something like…Glee.
August 24, 2018
The TV That Made Me: Doctor Who
When I was about fifteen, living in the arse-end of nowhere with two buses to somewhere that passed by at seemingly random intervals on specific yet secret days, I would catch what was known as the Cinema Bus into the city every Saturday and head to the movies with my friends and pretend to be a real teenager for a while. Which was great. Right up until the point where I had to come home.
August 23, 2018
The TV That Made Me: The Simpsons
When it comes to the shows that made me, I’ve really been beating around the bush so far. Sure, True Blood introduced me to sex and sexuality and helped me define my career into my adult life, and Neon Genesis Evangelion basically saved my life when I was first dealing with mental illness, but what’s that, truly, in comparison to The Simpsons?
August 22, 2018
The TV That Made Me: Neon Genesis Evangelion
“Bro,” I greeted my brother, who was probably sitting in front of an impossibly intricate and clever spaceship design simulator when I walked into his room. To give you a sense of the scene, I had chewed my nails down to tiny stubs, but still insisted on painting on the shape I thought they should be on the exposed skin in black; my hair, greasy, my skin, flaky, my clothes, unmentionable.
August 21, 2018
The TV That Made Me: True Blood
What is the media that made you?
August 20, 2018
Sharp Objects S1E7: Falling
Hmm.
Now, to be clear, I don’t dislike this episode of Sharp Objects. It’s certainly an improvement on last week, where nothing really seemed to happened and the show’s firm grip on its stylistic choices seemed to slip into more cheese than charm. But this week left me feeling a little cold.
August 19, 2018
Movie Review: The Meg
What’s a girl gotta do for a decent B-movie around here?
August 18, 2018
Insatiable: Gross, Grim, Groundless
Look, I get it, I do. There are some stories to be told that are going to piss off a lot of people. I’m publishing a book called Rape Jokes. I’m no stranger to the notion of media that tries to shove up against those uncomfortable edges, that takes on sensitive issues in a brash way in an attempt to demystify the unpleasantness at their core.
August 15, 2018
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone: Chapter Five
First off, I just want to follow up on last week’s recap. I declared myself a lifelong die-hard stan for Hagrid, and now I have the proof – my mother (shout out to the big M) dug up some photographs of me as a kid proving my devotion to the big man (hover for captions):
The cuddly Hagrid toy that I fucking TREASURED as a kid, who used to sit at the end of my bed to look after me every night.
Tiny Lou with a special plus-sized Hagrid Lego figure. I had a crush on this Lego figure, and I have no problem admitting to that. Yes, that’s food smeared on my face, as it always was/is.
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