Why is Stick Man so traumatic. Why! The trial of Job for kiddies? Why! Naturally, the kid is obsessed. ๐
Why is Stick Man so traumatic. Why! The trial of Job for kiddies? Why! Naturally, the kid is obsessed. ๐
3:40am. just finished a fic that was so good it's making me feel as strong, cool, and vital as i did as a youngling back in 2005. ending the year on an insomniac high.
two specific groups of people who couldn't give less of a shit about you in brooklyn: the auntie braiding your natural hair, and the post office worker in charge of putting in the info for your package going to london
this is the tv this era needs and deserves. god bless good nonsense.
watched both seasons of reacher in the last couple of weeks. not great, yet somehow perfect.
JAMIE
which brings us to claire. not yet done with season 2 so maybe there are answers waiting for me but... girl, why are you here? what do you โจdoโจ? written so thinly as to be cellophane. that actor is fighting for her life, given so little to work with except for whispers and hair. egregious.
and the writing! noisy and petty and full of real human foibles. and then the performances. every single guest star (and the director) essentially yelling ๐ฃ๏ธ EMMY. deedee, tiff, cousin michelle... women who make sense, who feel real, introduced that episode and yet feel like regular cast. superb.
still thinking a lot about the bear. watched seven fishes and it made me feel so many things. even with a family so unlike the berzattos, and in a landscape of obvious dialed up chaos, it captured so many nuances that i recognised and cringed at. the show isn't doing anything new. and yet! exciting!
finished s1 of the bear today. shoutout to a show with a small idea, done well. lots of perfect performances (bernthal, earning that emmy nom in tiny increments! edebiri, cringing into greatness! etc) but none more perfect than ebon moss-bachrach, playing a sad little man who misses his bestie.
a lamppost in south london with a black sticker that reads 'CONSTANT VALIDATION' in white ALL CAPS.