A couple of my theatre friends are performing in an upcoming adaptation of The Yellow Wallpaper so I guess I’ve been thinking about that short story a lot.
Marvel have done a good job with Tom Holland. I guess given the age of most of the actors they work with (and the fact that many have been in the stable for approaching ten years) their characters tend to feel like uncles, even when they’re not sharing scenes with kids.
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.
I guess this kinda represents an anticlimax then, the last episode isn’t the show’s worst or its best. It hangs somewhere around the middle, barely managing to escape the fog of mediocrity that it is mired in. Maybe i’m just exhausted, Netflix has just uploaded Neon Genesis: Evangelion and I kinda just wanna get this over with.
Starts slow, but the queasy build of greater and greater consequence while simultaneously those in power start losing faith in the worth of their cause is undeniable.