Its a Friday morning in April. My bleach damaged underlayer is SCREAMING for hydration, so I deliver. My hair is smothered in castor oil. Like, absolutely terrifyingly DRENCHED. My hair is currently greasier than a teenager with bangs on accutane working the McDonald's drive thru in August. I think to myself: "Maybe I should watch a movie while I let this soak in?" Being the trendy Gen Z-er I am I decide to watch The Bubble, directed by Sir Judd…
