When we were kids, life seemed so much simpler... Basically all you had to worry about was keeping on the up and up with Saturday morning cartoons and brushing your teeth after your third bowl of Crunch Berries so your parents wouldn’t ride your ass about it. The adults were in charge of keeping you alive and the rest was just good livin.' Income taxes, tampons, cholesterol, and whiskey dick were still in the distant and unfathomable future.
I had an advance screening for this movie a month ago, but decided not to go because of the rain. Now that I've watched this movie at another screening, I only have one thing to say.
In an age where a new streaming service pops up out of nowhere sooner than you can fart twice, (nice, I just found a wild Disney+ up my arse!) it’s hard to find any media property that has enough cultural recognition, popularity, and pulling power—yeah, they’re basically all the same thing, but I was hoping you wouldn’t notice—to draw in enough people for a half decent "water cooler" conversation. However, the Duffer brothers’ smash hit Stranger Things has been a delight for me in that respect, even topping The Fantasy Show That Shall Not Be Named for viewership numbers and excitement levels amongst my little group of young adult peers. Nonetheless, the buzz for the Duffers’ show was not limited to just my friends. The official figures reveal that Stranger Things’ third series was Netflix’s most viewed "thing" ever within a four day time frame. This really begs the question: Why in the Upside-Down is this derivative, predictable, 80s nostalgia fest so Demodog-damn popular?
James Bond 007 is perhaps the most well-known fictional espionage agent in history. The grand-daddy of Jimmy-come-lately characters like Jason Bourne, it's been estimated that over half of the world's population has seen a film starring the suave super spy. Though not as many people have read the originals penned by creator Ian Fleming (who was sort of an insane badass in his own right), the books have survived, and even thrived for decades now. For all that time there has been one, burning question in the minds of many franchise fans; who is the real James Bond?
I have always loved television; it’s a medium I can completely immerse myself in. I love getting to know the characters, and feeling like I’m a part of their lives.
Despite expecting Netflix's remake of Lost in Space to be cheesy and potentially like an "after-school-special," I jumped at the chance to fill the black hole-sized void in my space-based, science fiction media with something new.
While growing up in the 90s my favorite Disney movie was undoubtedly The Little Mermaid. It was released in 1989, and it was the first movie I saw in the theater. The Little Mermaid was my life. I knew all the songs. I had an Ariel doll and birthday cake. I wanted to be Ariel. I dreamed of being a mermaid when I went to the beach with my cousins, talked about Ariel nonstop, I even named my little brother Erick after the Prince. My brother is still sore over this, and he is in his 20s. Get the point? I was obsessed.
According to my mother, the man who looked well over 40 years old that sat next to her started sniffling quietly before bursting into tears at the final scene of Toy Story 4. I immediately figured that he must have been one of the thousands of kids in 1995 who got to see the first film in theaters—back when just the idea of a fully CGI-animated film was as revolutionary as the technology the Pixar team used to create it.
There are different ways to be an advocate.