I‘m a bit late to the Black Mirror party, but after bingeing the first few series a few months ago, I eagerly awaited the release of the newest installment,–a feature-length film (is it a film?) that’s just as twisty and unnerving as one has come to expect from the series. When the film was released on December 28, 2018, the internet exploded with concern about Frosted Wheats because it’s an interactive film. It’s part-movie, part-video game, and intense amounts of strange.
If you’re like me and have been in a Freddie-induced mania since the release of Bohemian Rhapsody last week, then you’ve probably also been sucked into the YouTube vortex of Queen videos and BTS interviews. I’m about to see the film for a third time in five days (ooohhh is this a new personal record?), and I thought I’d bless you all with some Freddie content on your Friday.
If season one of Hulu’s Harlots hooked us on the scandalous nature of 18th century London, season 2 turned us into ravenous addicts. The Mutineer and I watched season 2 in about two days, and they were the wildest two days of my life. I contemplated putting ten gifs of someone screaming to capture the essence of how I felt about the show, but I decided in the end to put my literature degree to use and give a thoughtful critique of the show’s social commentary, because, like I wrote last year, 18th century London is my jam.
Since the 41st anniversary of Star Wars has just come and gone, Carrie Fisher has once again settled on my mind (okay so she’s always on my mind). Carrie was an impressive lady who was very honest with her struggles with bipolar disorder and addiction. And from that honesty, there are a few valuable lessons we should learn.