After I accepted that I was trans the first person I came out to was my mum and that was so uncomfortable an experience I’ve actively resisted doing it ever since.
I don’t know why the insult ‘basic’ is pretty much exclusively levelled at young women when you can be an old man and write this fucking shit. I mean, I do, misogyny, but goddamn this some real boomer type trash.
Maybe this wouldn’t hit so hard if in my second year of university I didn’t live with a dude who was basically Boni. Like, it’s uncanny.
I guess I probably had the same arc with Ali that most probably did. The first half hour got me thinking that damn, I should retrospectively downgrade my opinion on Mann’s other work given that we see what he’s doing here.
Thom Yorke has one of the best faces. I’ve kinda known this since discovering Radiohead as a teenager (eugh, I hate that. Yes, in 2008 I discovered one of the most acclaimed contemporary artists, as though it weren’t a cool English teacher who recommended them to me.)
So this is a show with a main character who is suicidally depressed. It’s confirmed at episode four, but the whole thing’s been building to that point.
There’s a quote which I no longer no where I heard it: ‘The only difference between horror and comedy is the lighting.