"It won't last. In two or three years, this'll be 'a moment'."

"Well, how great is that!?"

Elliot Page's wide-eyed gaze as his character watches three carefree, tattooed women roller skate into a thrift shop is one of many things in Drew Barrymore's crazily underseen Whip It that signals the curiosity and well known wishes of young girls to be part of something that lets them choose what the word feminine means to them. One of the women is chubby,…

It's 2010, and my little sister loves Justin Bieber. I'm a year older than her, committed to being an edge lord, and share 'Justin Bieber is gay' memes on Facebook. Disliking him was a competitive sport, and still is. I drew mustaches on her posters, wrote insults on her My World CD and made fun at every opportunity. Karma awaited me.

It's 2011, and out of morbid curiousity I click on a Justin Bieber music video on YouTube. A young…

I quite often beat myself up for not wanting to leave my comfort zone, but then I watch stuff like this and remember comfort zones exist for a reason!

Having recently watched Sherpa, I think this film likely does a disservice to them, and it does also Hollywood the fuck out of the whole survival tale, but it was still pretty horrifying.

It's incredible that human beings can and do attempt feats such as making it to the summit of…

Was watching a RHONY reunion where one Miss Sonja Morgan was referred to as being a bit Grey Gardens — I ordered the Criterion immediately after.

Jokes aside, only documentary filmmaking could capture something as ghostly as this. The cracks in the once beautiful walls, the wrinkles on the faces of once beautiful women, the dirt, the bugs, the literal racoons... There's no need to talk about the metaphors because they're so tragically obvious.

I've never seen anything so simply…

"I saw her for a last time. She did not see me."

I often think of all the people throughout history that had no choice but to love in secret. Whose every day lives were weighed on by a repression that crushed their hearts and filled them with unspeakable resentment for a world that wasn't ready for them yet. It's solitude, and emotional torture. And all they could hope for was "in another life...".

Portrait of a Lady on Fire…

I lose followers every time I make these types of complaints but I don't need fragility in my life so here we go: I'm tired of the same 'group of teenage boys solve a mystery' story. Almost every review of Summer of 84 comments on how it rides the nostalgia-porn wave that the likes of Stranger Things brought on and that's correct. Every archetype, trope etc. is there.

But this weirded me out more than usual with multiple conversations about…