Before I begin talking about Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist, I want to address something that’s a little personal. You may have noticed that I’ve been less active on this blog, and on all my social media, of late. While this is partially due to real-life work and personal obligations, a great deal of it has to do with my personal health. I’ve been seeing medical professionals for a variety of reasons, but, a few weeks ago, I made the decision to start medication for my anxiety and depression. The adjustment period has been a rough one (to say the least). Many days I find it hard to do much of anything besides take a nap on my sofa, or binge-watch a mindless TV show.
Which, to make a long story extremely short, is how I found Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist and realized that it was just what I needed during my current mental health state.
Y’all, this post was supposed to be exclusively about the return of Westworld, but then I fell down the Youtube rabbit hole and…here we are. I’m excited about the return of some of my favorite shows and quite a few upcoming movies, so without further ado, here we go. Jump down the rabbit hole with me.
In this year’s crop of Best Picture nominations, there are the expected choices: the epic war drama, the Scorsese film, the powerhouse drama, the WWII film (although this one is rather insouciant), but, Parasite is quite unlike its contemporaries in that its scathing look at modern capitalism forces its audience to hold up a mirror to themselves, and we’re probably not going to like what we see.
Fast cars are a way of life.
I know this better than most. My grandfather raced Porsches back in the 1970s, and my father and brother have carried on the tradition. They spend about one weekend a month at the track, and a good portion of the rest of their time building racecars. Racing, and the racing life, requires just as much time, dedication, and money, as any other sport, but, you go a hell of a lot faster.
Ford v. Ferrari is an homage to the sport, and, a touching tribute to one of its finest: Ken Miles.
Any film by Martin Scorsese is destined (or, perhaps more aptly described as “doomed”) to become Oscar bait. Add in big-name actors like Robert De Niro and Al Pacino, a mystery steeped in Americana lore, and a hefty dose of nostalgia and…you have whatever The Irishman is.
In truth, I was bored from fifteen minutes in until the end more than three hours later.
The Road So Far
The boys are entering their final ride. An angry deity has emptied hell of all its souls, and the Winchesters are, once again, tasked with saving the world. It’s the Winchesters’ final ride and this time, they’re up against God. MAJOR spoilers ahead,
Aside from this blog, Chris Evan’s dog, and Cate Blanchett, my greatest love is probably cosplay. I love designing, I love creating, and I love collaborating with artists who share passions similar to mine. I’ve learned a lot about the community over the past few years, and I’ve learned that one of the most important relationships/connections that a cosplayer can foster is the one between photographer and cosplayer (you can read my post detailing the intricacies of this relationship here).
Pairing: Original Percival Graves/Newt Scamander (Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them)
Word Count: 123,204
When Newt rescues a wounded jaguar, little does he know he’s carrying MACUSA’s own Percival Graves along in his case. Trapped in his animagus form, Percival just wants to get home and catch the guy that did this to him. By the time they reach New York, Newt has told his new jaguar familiar any number of secrets, and Percival Graves thinks he might be in love.
Unfortunately for him, Newt’s not going to react well to discovering his familiar’s true identity, and now Percival must find a way to convince him that he’s not just a sneaky bastard, and that dinner at eight really is a great idea.
Four years ago, I sat next to my father as we watched a new Star Wars film, the first in ten years. I grew up watching the films, and they have been so ingrained in my life as the daughter of an OG fan (Yes, Dad, we know you stood in line for six hours in 1977!) that I do not even remember the first time I saw the original trilogy (it is likely that my first word was an impression of a Wookiee roar). Tonight, I sat next to my father again as we watched what may very well be the last new Star Wars film that we will see together, and, to be quite honest, I don’t know how I feel about it.
I have done my best to keep this review as spoiler-free as possible, however, some plot points are integral to my response to the film. All potential spoiler will be tagged with **. Ye be warned.