Just when it seems like Netflix is done doling out shows that instantly become classics, the public was hit with The Umbrella Academy, based on the comic series of the same name by Gerard Way. He turned out to be much more than just the orchestrator of the Black Parade.
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As April 26th nears closer and closer, the world is waiting for the aftermath of Thanos’ snap. We’re clenching our teeth, and gripping our seats in anticipation for what happens after the Mad Titan made us all cry like little babies. And because of this anticipation, one film was being overlooked: Captain Marvel.
With midterms here and wreaking havoc, I really haven’t had much time to truly binge-watch. Instead of being lazy, I’ve actually had to, you know, do real work (as horrifying as that sounds). I didn’t realize how binge-watching doesn’t always entail a date with Netflix or the theatre. In fact, amidst all the homework and study sheets, my savior has been YouTube. Since it’s more short-form, one-off watching experiences, many people often overlook the platform as a viable medium to watch meaningful, and not so meaningful, shows for hours on end.
Lately, it seems there’s been a bit of a Netflix drought, for me anyway. I go on and scroll through a little bit, then ultimately end up watching videos that are on the deep levels of YouTube no human should ever find themselves in. Whether it’s because I’ve watched all there is to watch (a sad fact of my life if it’s true) or Netflix just hasn’t pumped anything too spectacular out lately, I’ve just been at loss of what to do with the free time I try to convince myself I have.
With all the craziness in today’s cinematic world, one genre has been growing more and more as Hollywood keeps popping out blockbusters: superhero films. Whether it’s another DC Comics flop, or a snap from the mad titan Thanos, we’ve come to expect a movie with a caped crusader at least once every few months. And perhaps one of the biggest surprises to grace the big screen this past holiday season was Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse.
M. Night Shyamalan is known for his twists. Whether the movie ends up a hit or miss, you can always expect to have your mind bent and your emotions played with at least a few times by the end of a film by him.
At the start of last semester, I talked about The Office, a show I proclaimed to be the perfect pick me up for an existentially struggling college kid.
My all time favorite genre of video games are decision-based adventures, ones typically with dark twists and turns. And one of my absolute favorite TV shows is the terrifying, world-questioning Netflix exclusive, Black Mirror. So imagine my delight, after the heartbreaking loss of Telltale Games, when it was announced Black Mirror would be releasing a feature-length, choose-your-own adventure style episode of their amazingly twisted show, entitled Bandersnatch. I practically jumped out of my seat in pure, nerdy excitement when I saw it awhile back.
If I’m to be completely honest, my dorm has been decorated for Christmas since the beginning of November, and my Spotify playlist of all the seasonal essentials has been crafted and intermittently playing since September.
It’s probably said about a billion times a day that today’s youth and the world as a whole is obsessed with technology. More specifically, we’re portrayed to be like the living dead: eyes glued to whatever new rectangle with a screen we’ve created, traipsing about our lives, oblivious to all that’s happening in our actual realities. So with that lovely picture in mind, we live in the perfect era for the sequel to Wreck-It Ralph to hit theatres, now sending Ralph and Vanellope out of the arcade and into the internet.
On a normal day, my girlfriend and I are pretty in sync when it comes to what to watch. I’ve actually become shocked over the past few years at how in sync we’ve become in pop culture tastes. Inevitably there are times where she falls in love with a film trailer on TV that screams “stereotypical rom-com.” Corny dialogue, upbeat music, golden washed cinematography – the whole deal.
Every weekend I’m dipping my toes further into the sea of venues Athens has to offer. My recent obsession has been the Athena Grand Cinema, where I’ve been quite a few times in only about two weekends. Lo and behold; one of these many visits, with slushies in hand, was the opening night of Bohemian Rhapsody.
A bit of a tradition my friends and I have maintained since our lowly days of middle school is to gather on Halloween weekend every year and binge an unholy amount of terrible horror movies late into the night. It’s an all-nighter filled with making fun of ridiculous effects, misconstrued plotlines and laugh-out-loud acting.
It was a time of chaos, exaggerated moods, incessant mental breakdowns and haywire levels of hormones, all to the backdrop of grimy classroom hallways that most definitely smelled of Axe body spray. Battles were fought outwardly and inwardly, while changes never before experienced wreaked havoc on young minds just trying to be normal. I am, of course, speaking of the dark years: middle school — or more specifically, the era of puberty.
I classify people’s lives as a cacophony of different eras that harshly intertwine and ultimately spit out the being that is you in the end. It’s just human nature; we change, we evolve, sometimes for the worse, but that usually course corrects itself with the next upgrade to our psyche later down the line. No matter how terrifying they may be to commence, how ugly certain phases might be when you reflect back on them, each phase or step in your life serves to build upon a foundation that began way back when you were born. Things are added, things are kept, and most importantly, things are gotten rid of and or improved upon.
College, as fate would have it, is very surprising. Yes, I know, that statement in and of itself is not very surprising, but it stands very true.
I’m going to be as upfront, honest and straightforward as possible. When I hear the word “home” these days, I have a mini heart attack. My blood vessels clench, my lungs jump out and my brain collapses in on itself. "Home" truly confuses me now that I’m living my days as a college kid. If I were forced to define it, yeah, I’m going to say "home" is back home, my hometown where I grew up. Yet at the same time, it’s rather hard to imagine not dragging myself out of bed every morning from a tiny little dorm and walking miles upon miles up hills to get to classes that I don’t really enjoy.