It begins when you’re walking home late at night. Or maybe you’ve been left in the house all alone. Perhaps you're with friends but you’re separated somehow—by a door, a tree-line, whatever keeps them just out of reach. And then you see it: something so horrific that it chills you to your core. It’s so grotesque, so terrifying that all you can do is scream and scramble for help. You know instinctually that’s the only way to survive.
The problem? No one believes you. Oh, and you’re a woman.
I've finally finished the first season and I'm still not crazy about Crazy Ex-Girlfriend.
I say "finally" because good god did it take me a long while. I'd been recommended the show by an enthusiastic friend ages ago (not to mention by my social media, Netflix, and an excellent Rotten Tomatoes rating), and started it in the beginning of 2018, looking for some stress relief at the start of a new semester. I went in 110% convinced that I was going t...
What makes a monster? Mary Shelley----and many others before her----figured out that the answer is usually "man," but that doesn't mean we're not still afraid of glowing red eyes and some very sharp teeth.
I got to see Fallen Kingdom a few weeks ago.
Since I stepped out of the theater I've read a number of truly vicious reviews. Honestly, that just seems to be my lot in life. I'm doomed to enjoy Sci-Fi and Fantasy features with both wonderful escapism and importan...
"Throwback Thursdays" are for metas, rants, reviews, and the like that have already been written elsewhere, primarily on tumblr. Due to tumblr's specific culture there's often a slight difference in the language and tone of these posts. That is, less "professional scholar" and more "exasperated fangirl." Both are useful in their own right.
Originally posted on April 12th, 2015
[This post evolved out of a conversation regarding changes made to the Gerald Grice scene in the 2009 Watchmen adapta...
Every six months or so my dental hygienist (hey, Camille) and I get to chat fandom stuff, which would be even more enjoyable if I wasn’t trying to rave about anime with someone else’s fingers in my mouth. When she mentioned an adventure game called Life is Strange I agreed to play it on faith, knowing that Camille had yet to lead me astray. However, what she failed to mention was that this game would absolutely ruin me.