• sara reads the feed

    Peloton makes Christopher Nolan sweat, May December is exploitative comedy maybe, and labor rights as usual

    I mentioned a while back that I got a $15 balance board off Amazon and I love it. Guess what? It’s mostly fixed my hip pain (at least the way that matters to me right now). I can stand at my desk for hours. When my hip/back starts aching at all, I climb on the balance board.

    My guess is that it’s just engaging all the muscles I normally don’t engage standing and sitting around, and that’s enough to stabilize my hip. Or whatever. The first week or so, I felt that achiness that indicates muscle growth in all sorts of weird places, like the adductors, obliques, and even my *deltoids*? (I think because my arms have to stabilize me against the desk to use my computer.)

    Whatever I was missing in my routine to alleviate pain, the board has helped way more than using the treadmill at my desk and going for walks and stuff. It’s awesome.

    Typing honestly isn’t my favorite on the balance board, just because it makes me so tall that I can’t raise my standing desk any higher and it’s not ergonomically ideal. But I’ve been using it a lot for gaming. My combination is padded standing mat + balance board + slippers with supportive soles, and I can stay standing for hours.

    ~

    My favorite chuckle of the morning came from Christopher Nolan complaining that a Peloton instructor shit-talked Tenet during a class (Variety), unaware Nolan was in the class. Hysterical. Nolan’s response was (paraphrased) “How dare you? Criticism shouldn’t be instinct but a job.” Meaning he thinks nobody should have opinions on movies where he might hear them unless they’re a critic.

    I still love Nolan’s directorial style, but the last couple years have made it clear he’s intolerably precious. He’s among the guard of Hollywood who feels entitled to the movie community’s time. He feels the movie community should have gates and keepers. He thinks that he should have a certain number of big screens for a certain period of time. He thinks the masses should keep their opinions to themselves, as someone who only gets these budgets because the masses tolerate him.

    I think Nolan is a giant wiener who should accept nobody *needs* to take movies as preciously as he does. And he should accept that being a household name means everyone has opinions on him. He can’t reshape the world to his demands no matter how many times he stomps his feet; the world is not made of executives kissing his rings for providing profit-generating content. Nolan needs to learn to Deal With It.

    I like art to be rowdy and messy and full of unprofessional people and so Nolan’s preciousness has officially made him a target of my playful mockery. I hope he never knows another peaceful Peloton class. Fucking Peloton! They hurt his feelings! What a precious little wiener. lmao.

    ~

    Kate Hudson keenly noted that romcoms are hard to make now (The Hollywood Reporter) because, ultimately, studios aren’t investing in good writers. The headline is about actors, but she says it’s because studios aren’t getting writers that write movies worth big-name time. Hudson is surely longing for another Nora Ephron, much like Meg Ryan, and it’s just nice seeing folks remember that writing matters once in a while.

    ~

    I am not disturbed by the man in Las Vegas attacking the judge. (NPR) Did you watch the video? He tried to make himself vulnerable in a plea for leniency based on his overall behavior, and she crisply, patronizingly said something like, you need a taste of punishment, byyyeee. I just think it would take a real strong person not to lose their shit over this.

    I don’t know what he did to land in the court. Maybe he’s a horrible person. But I just don’t think that people with the power to toss humans into the meat grinder of our carceral system with the sneering dismissal of a middle school math teacher should be *surprised* if they get an unpleasant reaction. Do you know how violent the entire prison system is? Do you know what’s going to take over this man’s entire life for months/years to come, and probably has already done a mess to him?

    I’m not violent personally; I just find it a willfully ignorant position to act like judges are vulnerable lil innocent babies when they are knowing, powerful participants in a vicious system. This man looked so desperate to me. America puts way too many people in desperate positions.

    ~

    Vili Fualaau, the victim of Mary Kay Letourneau, doesn’t like May December. (IndieWire)

    When I watched the movie, I thought it was more broadly cribbed off the type of abuse in the Letourneau case, not about the Letourneau case specifically. Shortly thereafter I learned that some lines were directly taken from an interview with Fualaau and Letourneau, and the lisp that was so central to the female characters also came from the real-life abuser. It’s not as much a mosaic as I thought. It’s much more direct, like Velvet Goldmine.

    I do feel like May December is yet another act of abuse against Fualaau, effectively; it’s insane we live in a world where others’ stories are fair game for profit-making schemes. The fact that May December is one of the most tasteful and respectful iterations doesn’t matter from the viewpoint of the man it’s about.

    It’s crazy to think he’s been dealing with this public scrutiny of his life for so long. Letourneau truly robbed this person of any opportunity to be innocent, and the various sordid retellings make creators complicit in this theft.

    As for my position as a viewer who loved the movie, I don’t know. I already deal with this dilemma in all sorts of media that I routinely enjoy. True crime is riddled with people who don’t consent to their involvement; the industry is built on furthering trauma against victims. I think it’s normal for humans to be sordidly curious. I also think all humans have deep deep flaws, and maybe my conscious willingness (and enthusiasm) to engage with media that makes entertainment of others’ pain is one of my worse ones.

    That’s not satisfying commentary, I know. But I think it’s true all at once that May December is great filmmaking, and an act of abuse against Fualaau, and a sign that I like juicy stuff even when it hurts people. The fact the movie itself may ask us how similar we are to Portman and Moore’s characters in our complicity with this situation is so much of why I liked it.

    There’s also a lot of conversation right now as to whether May December should be regarded as comedy. (Variety)

    ~

    It’s interesting to hear that use of hearing aids (NPR) can lengthen life span, since hearing loss can worsen cognitive *everything,* isolate the individual, and send them to an early grave.

    I don’t need hearing assistance (yet?) but I do use glasses, and have done so since elementary school. My eyes aren’t that bad. I can get around a house fine without glasses, and if I’m not attached to seeing details or reading captions, I can watch TV.

    But I noticed if I go without my glasses for a while, I kinda fully disconnect from the world. I just start drifting. I don’t respond as strongly to anything. I can imagine how losing hearing might cause a more profound drift unless consciously combated.

    ~

    Reading about the old Vectrex console was an absolute delight for me yesterday. (Ars Technica) It makes me wonder how different gaming might look if we’d focused on vector-based rather than point-based design.

    ~

    Al Jazeera English notes this is a big year for elections and democracy is kinda on the ballot everywhere.

    ~

    In 1905, Lucy Parsons wrote her feelings about the problems with labor in capitalism, which I could have written nowadays 120 years later. I’d surely have more fart jokes though. Read it on Panarchy.

    Every person who is rendering no good to humanity is useless, no matter how hard he works. Head work and hand work are equally hard and equally useful if rightly applied. All men, rich and poor, are working at something; perhaps one at useful labor, the other at useless labor. Nevertheless they are each and all using their energies at some occupation.

    Men work because they cannot hold their physical and mental energies in check without causing themselves pain. But we have made work disagreeable because we have allowed conditions to obtain which force us to continue to work after we are tired, or at something for which we have no taste, take no interest in and have no adaptability for.

    For this reason we lose pleasure in work and it becomes irksome to us; for this reason, often what we do is done in a slovenly manner and the community loses thereby. The selfish scheme called “property rights” has superseded human rights and created four times more useless work than is required to produce and distribute all the comforts and luxuries of life.

    All these useless workers are either capitalists or the allies of capitalists. In this class of workers whose sole business is to sustain the “rights of property” can be classed the lawyers, jailers, police, bankers, insurance companies, agents and nearly all bosses in all branches of industry; add to these those who cannot get work and those in prisons, and we get some conception of the vast hordes that must be supported by those who perform useful labor, and these must devote their entire life’s energies in keeping up the “rights of property,” a thing which they have neither a share nor interest in.

    And this condition of affairs makes paupers, suicides, thieves, cut-throats, liars, vagabonds, hypocrites, and unsocial beings generally.

    Who, pray, are benefitting by all this waste and confusion? The few, a mere small percentage of the population of the world. All the remainder submit, because they think “it always has been so and it must always be so.” The work of those who have a conception of a true society of the future, must devote all their efforts toward disabusing the people’s minds of the ancient falsehoods. It can be done. Many other hoary lies have passed away, so will this one, too.

    As a side note, eleven miners are trapped in Zimbabwe. (AJE) These are subsistence miners working in unsafe unregulated mining sites. It seems to make it easy for the owners of the mines to mostly shrug when things happen. The owner sent a team to rescue folks, but they say they can’t get in because of unsafe ground. The ground was already unsafe and they let the subsistence miners go. Anyway, just thinking about labor today. My heart goes to the miners and the families and hope rescue operations proceed smoothly.

  • sara reads the feed

    Still overthinking Barbie, enshittification everywhere, free stuff from the past

    I’ve still been reading about Barbie here and there, since it’s the run-up to awards season. I watched the movie quite belatedly. A lot of my impression from the marketing was that it was meant to be posited as revolutionary, but I found the movie representing the contrary; it felt like a head-pat in response to the pain it spent a lot of time recognizing (to no greater end). The result felt validating of America’s corporatocracy more than subversive.

    But the stuff I’m still reading makes me feel my impression from marketing was wrong too. Although they used imagery and language of revolution, talking to people involved makes it seem more like they wanted to create a cute confection that is extremely referential but without the burden of responsibility for its ideas. It’s Just A Toy Movie.

    I’m personally annoyed by a generation of creators who freely, openly state that they don’t want any burden of responsibility for their ideas. I see it in writers all the time. I’m Just Writing Entertainment. There’s no reason words can’t be disposable in this way; I aspire to something else, but it’s fine for things to just…exist. I guess. Well, it’s fine in writing, because even the greatest writers are essentially nobodies. But in Barbie, I’m a little less forgiving, since there is so much budget and so many eyes.

    America Ferrera at least thinks that it’s important enough to have a Feminism 101 movie (Variety), which is fair too, I guess. I’m just. Like. Okay. We have so many Feminism 101 movies. Can I have Feminism 201? Feminism 220? I *like* feminism and I don’t *want* feminism that’s so entrenched in corporate stuff, at all, and it just feels *evil* if you’re going to try to also do that without responsibility for your message because she’s Just A Doll. Also, the feminism of Barbie was awfully concerned with Ken, who kinda remains the main show. (Variety)

    I’m thirty-five years old and I’m being told by women my age, and older, that Barbie is just the greatest thing ever, and if Barbie and Ken’s Feminism 101 is the greatest thing then I don’t know where the fuck I stand.

    Since I’ve got such a personal grudge around the very ideas they’re throwing out there, I think I really gotta reevaluate Barbie in a couple years to see if I still think it’s an incredibly cynical glass onion. I’m not being cool about it right now, lol.

    ~

    Engadget’s article about the volume of Teslas delivered this year reminds me of recent reports that Teslas have poor build quality (Reuters). When I see this headline, I mostly think about a lotta people driving cars that break a lot, without customer service or accountability for the damage.

    Growing up from the 90s to the 20s now has been an odd era for consumerism. I’ve seen things going from being built extremely ruggedly, possibly irresponsibly so when you consider the volume of plastic involved, to some kind of balance of quality and value, to price over everything else. Prices have stabilized or dropped for a lot of goods in the last decade, but with inflation, and whatever other economic factors smarty smart people would evoke, that means that the products have had to all become like tissue paper to keep up with demands.

    My personal favorite example is ring slings. I bought a ring sling from a major manufacturer for $40 or $50 when I had my second baby almost a decade ago. The old ring sling is long gone (donated to another family), but its fabric and rings were thick and sturdy. Two years ago, I bought another ring sling off Amazon for the same price – I got the one with the best reviews and searched for the stiffest fabric. The modern equivalent really does feel like tissue paper. I think the rings are metal, but they’re not metal-metal somehow. It’s just *cheap*.

    Everything feels like that now. It’s not good value. Everything is cheap. But cheap doesn’t actually mean we’re paying low prices; relative to stagnant wages, stuff is really more expensive. Others have called it enshittification. I wonder what comes next. It’s felt like a race to the bottom–are we there yet?

    ~

    Treating things cheaply isn’t new. There are episodes of culture classic Doctor Who (The Independent) we will never see because the BBC treated them as cheap, recording over the original reels, disposing of them, or storing them improperly.

    The same guy making cheap Teslas is treating rockets as cheap. (Ars Technica) The commander of the first consumer space flight laments that their historic vessel doesn’t seem to be preserved in any way. It was reused, and then possibly scrapped? That’s the whole business model. The attitude Musk spreads across the companies under his influence is one of dispensability.

    Properly preserving history is a respectful, thoughtful process. Musk is in the business of making history, not caring about it. Someone who really cared about history would at least be investing into real infrastructure projects, which would last generations, and force people to associate his memory with something positive. Gross, who cares about nerd stuff like that? Am I right?

    ~

    Colossal notes that a lot of properties entered public domain this year besides Steamboat Willie. There’s some other interesting stuff. You can find a full rundown on a Duke University page.

    Highlights that caught my eye:

    • Lady Chatterley’s Lover (the novel)
    • All Quiet on the Western Front (the novel)
    • House at Pooh Corner (bringing Tigger into the public domain)
    • Peter Pan (the stage play)
    • The Man Who Laughs (the movie that inspired The Joker)
    • Makin’ Whoopee (the song)_

    ~

    Like probably most people, I’m scratching my head over the idea of a Minecraft movie. (Tor)

    I don’t love the Minecraft property whenever they try to insert narratives, like their chapter-based stories or what have you, so it’s safe to say in advance this one won’t be for me. But whether that holds true or not is really up to my kids.

    ~

    Balloon Juice notes that the conservative attack on education in America continues. This one is a direct career jump from a GOP politician into higher ed. You’ve probably also heard that Gay was pressed into stepping down (AJE) from her position as president of Harvard based on a multi-pronged attack accusing her of anti-Semitism and plagiarism.

  • sara reads the feed

    Validation, stabbings, and some new year feed-reading

    You know what’s kinda wild about life? No matter what you think, no matter your attitude, you can find community. You can have the most foolish ideas and the least amount of experience, but if you’re loud and persistent, you will find people who validate your worldview enough to keep you there.

    I see loads of folks with zero real experience become experts in their fields by convincing people they’re experts. I see folks charging expert fees for their amateur information/skills all the time. Likewise, you can just opt out of all of that, and if you make your values something bizarre then you’ll eventually find folks who are in the same place.

    This isn’t judgment. This is me saying, whatever you’re doing right now? It’s enough. If you feel insecure or like a fraud, you don’t have to. If there’s any secret to life, it’s persistence. The way you become the right person for something is just by being the person who is there.

    It’s actually kinda cool what I said in paragraph 2 – non-experts making careers out of stuff because they invested their time into it anyway. You know, I see this used by scammers a lot, but it ALSO means that you can just suddenly be King Of This Thing You Like for totally benign non-scammy reasons. You decide that. You make your social reality. You put out your sign and be consistent about it and folks are gonna gather. Like I’m a weird little nugget but I yell loudly about how much I love things and I just always manage to find folks who love the same stuff!

    YOU ARE ENOUGH! Make 2024 your best friend by telling it that it’s gonna treat you right.* Become the king of whatever you love. Have a great week.

    *If you’re just tired, sick, or sick and tired and no attitude is gonna change what you need changed in life, I validate you too <333 it’s really not always mind over matter, is it?

    ~

    Speaking of mind over matter, my elbow has been hurting me from crochet. I looked it up. It’s probably not a repetitive stress injury, but tendinitis, and I thought one of the recommended remedies was interesting: deliberate inflammation. The way they suggested doing it was “dry needling” (like acupuncture, I think) to increase blood flow, but it occurred to me, you know what else increases blood flow without stabbing myself? Doing gentle exercise.

    I mean, honestly, I’m not averse to stabbing myself. I have piercings. I test my blood sugar and use lancets pretty regularly. I keep cacti on purpose. Getting poked productively sounds wonderful; it’s just probably gonna involve leaving the house to get it done properly.

    What’s much easier is grabbing a water bottle and moving my arm around gently in all the normal movements. I’m so annoyed it helped.

    It’s like how I’ve been helping my hip pain lately by getting onto a round balance board and swiveling my hips every which direction. I started out so unstable on the board, but now I can balance well enough to venture a few tentative squats. And if I start messing around on it for a while, I just feel a lot better.

    The whole thing where I’m actually in more pain when I move less is such nonsense actually.

    Other random mobility observations:

    • It’s so important and helpful to stretch my arms above my head and behind my back. This is so good for neck/shoulders.
    • If I spend a lot of time with my legs rotated knees-out (which I do because I love sitting cross-legged), I should stretch sometimes with legs rotated knees-in. The pretzel stretch can do this. This is so good for back/hips.
    • Spreading my hands palm-down on a firm surface, like a counter or table, and resting some weight on the hand evenly is almost as good as doing something like downward dog without as much strain. At least talking about how much it helps my hand/arm pain.
    • Doing a little bit all the time feels really good actually.

    ~

    America has more than a few of its own odd conservative quirks, but it’s always interesting to see where even more conservative societies draw their lines. In Russia, celebrities were arrested for an “almost naked” party. (AJE) Say what you will about the USA, but most corners are okay with naked hot people, I think?

    ~

    AMC Theaters kicked out a civil rights leader who needed his wheelchair in a movie theater. (NPR) It feels like the movie industry feels entitled to our viewership in-theaters. They don’t want to earn our attendance. This reminds me of Martin Scorcese wanting no intermission for his movie, even though people without profound disabilities can’t sit comfortably that long. And AMC doesn’t want this dude to have his own chair? Get outta here.

    ~

    Engadget has an article on canceling certain common subscriptions. I’ve been in the subscription-cancelling mood, myself. I finally figured out how to get rid of two of my worst, most persistent subscriptions. Now I just have to figure out the gym.

    ~

    The influencer segment of the marketing industry is getting knee-capped by AI influencers. (Ars Technica) Although we can all think of a few influencers the world could do without, I’m sure, this is one of those jobs that has been enabling people with disabilities and complex situations to work from home. It’s just amazing how this technology is persistently applied in ways that compress the more accessible parts of the labor market, yanno?

    Another example of AI being considered for boring uses: Square Enix wants to use AI generation for coding, marketing, etc. (Engadget) I play a lot of RPGs and whatnot, and I think it would be cool to use generative text to create infinite interactions with NPCs that previously must (charmingly) repeat the same three lines over and over. Why can’t we conceive of AI for fun toy things, at the very least, instead of job-destroying things?

    ~

    Apparently my inhaler brand is getting jerked around by the manufacturer so they can eventually raise prices higher. Fun. (NPR)

    ~

    The Game of Thrones universe has animated series on the way. (Variety) I would prefer to see these kinds of adaptations done in animation, personally. House of the Dragon would have dealt with less recasting flip-floppery if they’d just animated the thing, and we could have so many more dragons.

    ~

    Tor dot Com shares books about forced body modification. The top story sounds interesting to me in particular. Honestly, this is kinda tapping into a whole type of story I’m definitely in the mood for.

    ~

    Zaddy Jordan Peele is teasing us with his next movie. I’m still predicting ghosts/possession. Or just hoping? I don’t honestly care. I love his movies. (Variety)

  • essays,  movie reviews

    The Worst and Best of 2023 Movies

    It’s that time again! Last year was the first time I really got into tracking my movie-watching habits, so my 2022 watches are the first meaningfully populated year. But 2023 has been full-throttle Letterboxd and I’ve got opinions. (Click for the list on letterboxd. Links in this article either go to my reviews on this website or my reviews on letterboxd.)

    I’ll probably keep watching 2023 movies as we move through awards season; I’ll be back with future reviews if something changes.

    ~

    Your Place or Mine, Cocaine Bear, and The Weeknd: Live at SoFi Stadium were the worst movies I saw come out of 2023. The former two are movies I completely bounced off of and barely finished. The Weeknd’s concert feels a little more like a personal rating because I used to really, really like his music. He’s pulled off great staging at some of his live events. I had high expectations, and this was…not good. He stood around singing the whole time, and his dancers don’t really dance. This marked falling out of love with The Weeknd’s music (his TV show, The Idol, and the extreme amount of cringe resulting from it was the real death blow).

    ~

    In the category of mediocre things I still kinda enjoyed, we have Little Mermaid, Red, White, & Royal Blue (aka RWRB), and Rebel Moon.

    Little Mermaid isn’t the worst of the Disney live action remakes and that’s the faintest praise with which I may damn it. Halle Bailey was charming and seemed to understand she was mostly doing a modeling job; she looks pretty through all the extremely artificial shots, projects princess vibes, and throws a giant middle finger to people who can’t handle princesses with melanin. Plus she’s great at singing!

    RWRB was just so much not my interest. I don’t remember it well, but the main thing that sticks out when I reflect is how much the guy playing the prince looked like a Windsor, and how much that was a *massive* turnoff. The fairytale mirror universe version of real-world politics didn’t work for me either. But honestly, if you’d just switched these out for fake countries, this might have been one of my favorites of the year.

    I already talked at length about how much I loved hating Rebel Moon, and I keep thinking about watching it again so I can laugh at it again. Zack Snyder is good at making movies I think are so wonderfully bad. He always makes me ask myself how bad his movies *really* are, when I have so much fun. You know? But I can’t defend his disaster screenplay and wouldn’t try.

    ~

    My next tier includes surprisingly enjoyable watches like Renfield, Five Nights at Freddy’s (aka FNAF), Elemental, and Please Don’t Destroy: The Treasure of Foggy Mountain.

    I’m never sure if I’m going to enjoy Nicolas Cage or be annoyed that I’m watching a Nicolas Cage movie. Renfield is one where I enjoyed him, albeit not as much as Mandy (my personal favorite recent Cage flick). The sheer ambition of the gore levels in Renfield was really endearing. It made me just want to go watch What We Do In the Shadows again, but also, I never feel like my time is wasted by yet another Dracula movie that uses whole buckets of blood.

    FNAF was a long-anticipated movie in my household; I couldn’t help but enjoy it because my eldest did. I can tell you, knowing as much as I reluctantly know about this franchise, the FNAF adaptation was perfect for its audience.

    Elemental was a weird slippery one for me. I liked it a lot and thought it was beautiful, but deeply flawed. The flaws didn’t seem to matter when Elemental was obviously made with so much love? I wonder if I would have rated Elemental higher a little higher when my kids were younger and more likely to sit in front of its bright colors for hours on end. I don’t get tired of loving immigrant stories, regardless.

    Please Don’t Destroy is a movie by a nepobaby and his friends where you don’t hate them for the nepotism. They’re so harmlessly, stupidly funny, and concerned with the arrested development of new adulthood, that it’s hard to resent them for much of anything. Bowen Yang elevates everything he bats his eyelashes in. Plus two of the heroines are fat. That’s cool. The kids are all right.

    ~

    In the tier of really great movies that came out of 2023, we have Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, Blue Beetle, Nimona, and Bottoms.

    My love of genre is surely showing here. Whatever else is going on in Dungeons & Dragons, I just freaking love second world fantasy, and I’ve enjoyed D&D since I forced guys to play with me in high school. This movie is charming and funny and only a little plodding. We get tracer beasts, a mimic, and Tiefling racism on-screen. For better or worse, this is my exact kind of steaming heap of genre.

    Similarly, Blue Beetle reminded me why I’ve been a lifelong superhero fan. It’s healing to remember I do love superheroes so much when it feels like movies have made me mostly resent their presence these last few years. As a love letter to the classic origin story, Blue Beetle was exactly the shot of family-friendly energy I wanted this year.

    Nimona was much the same, playing with all the fantasy and science fiction tropes I love in the queerest way possible. It’s the most honest, authentic expression of how *excruciatingly* lonely it is to be trans. But it’s also fun.

    If you don’t want to feel any bad vibes about being gay, you might like Bottoms as much as I did. I related strongly to the ugly, untalented lesbians at the center of the movie, which reinforced one important fact: Nobody in this world will hate you for being gay, just being gay and absolutely useless. Doggedly chasing high fashion cheerleader tail when you, yourself, barely know how to wear a t-shirt and jeans is exactly the bullshit nonsense I got up to at this age, and Bottoms is the dadaist gay comedy of my dreams.

    ~

    Given the themes of May December, I wasn’t sure I wanted to watch it. I almost didn’t make it through the first ten minutes. I’m so glad I did. This is a breathtakingly complicated movie by artists operating at the peak of their power.

    The director is responsible for Velvet Goldmine, one of my all-time favorite movies. That one happens to be like colorful fanfic about David Bowie and Iggy Pop. It’s weird getting so personal about real-life figures, but May December gets even weirder by being colorful fanfic about Mary Kay Letourneau and the man she began abusing when he was a child.

    You’re not allowed to be comfortable with the situation at any point, but it’s all done so well, it’s problematically good. The extreme recursive conflict of being a soapy, pulpy movie about the worst parts of real humans’ lives is centered in May December, accusing itself of exploitation while being exploitative. I’ve found that I like feeling kind of weird and gross and guilty, and the negativity of feelings from May December almost makes me want to shelve it with horror. The masterful control of storytelling made this one of the biggest standouts of the year.

    ~

    There was nothing I loved this year the way I loved What Happens Later. It’s one of those things where it arrived at the right time and place in my life. I was already doing a big watch of romcoms, including romcoms with Meg Ryan, so a new Meg Ryan romcom was serendipity. (No, not that Serendipity. That’s Kate Beckinsale.)

    Imagine this movie like having an air travel layover in Heaven. No, you’re not dead, despite the fact this movie definitely makes it look like the leads are dead. It’s more like something divine (God? Angels? Gen X pop-rock muzak?) has plucked Meg Ryan and David Duchovny out of their lives to force them to help each other.

    With a screenplay adapted by Meg Ryan and the gift of this woman’s directorial vision, What Happens Later feels like the most beautiful sublime dream with wonderfully bittersweet emotion at its core. I’m not yet in my fifties, which is where these main characters find themselves treading water, but even now I can already relate to the strangeness of looking back on a life and asking, “What if?”

    Those unanswerable questions ring in the hollow spaces of Meg Ryan’s deft work. This woman understands love and romance. She only gives us an HEA in this one (fair warning), but the power of love and hope and change is so healing that it’s way more satisfying than so many other romcoms with more definitive conclusions.

    You want these two to get it together and talk things out so badly. And when they do, I was crying along with them. I loved What Happens Later a lot. I think it fell softly on the year in terms of release impact, but it’s one I plan to revisit a lot in the gray winters to come.

    How would you rank your 2023 movie watches, buds?

  • Diaries

    Good night 2023!

    What a nice year!

    I finished the rough draft of my Big Project (gothic fantasy) and got a lovely developmental edit on it. I’m even closing out the year with a *gorgeous* painting for its cover. Basically everything is in place for this book to be complete (once I finish editing it) and I’ve never given myself the opportunity to finish a book with so much loving dedication and time committed.

    The appendix I made as a supplementary to this book is over 150 formatted pages and really awesome to behold.

    I learned how to crochet in August and spent the last few months crocheting my little fingers off. I made an entire collection of bags that I’ve been trying to figure out how to install in my hallway (like an art installation) to best experience them, without just leaving them on a table somewhere. I did talk myself into rehoming three (3) of the bags so it’s a smaller collection now, less than a dozen. I’ve made a couple sweaters, tons of plant holders, cat toys, random swatches, and a doll. I’ve also gotten back into hand-sewing connected to this hobby, and started leatherworking.

    It feels like my illustration skills really took off. I still have a lot of room for improvement, but I’ve been practicing across different media, and it’s made a big difference. I’m really absurdly proud of the illustrations I have in my personal collection now.

    Although I eased off my plant hobby and stopped acquiring new pieces, also thinning out ones I didn’t love, I have managed to keep a rather large collection (still a hundred specimens, about) alive and gotten a deeper relationship with some of them, which is rad.

    I started publishing Fated for Firelizards, a completely free interactive novel on the web that is about a woman and the dragon she frongs. I’m probably halfway through it? but over halfway on effort invested because I had to learn to work with Twine and beef up on CSS & Javascript (the latter of which is especially not my strong suit). I’ve learned a lot about video game writing and I hope I can finish it early 2024 to do another game thing, in another style. (Interactive romance isekai?)

    My most personal accomplishment is that I spent the least amount of time hiding behind locked doors, away from my family. I have always used isolation as my only coping mechanism for sensory overwhelm. I’ve found new ways to handle things. I have gotten to spend more happy, healthful, relaxed time at home with my family than ever.
    I wrote a ton of movie reviews and watched a ton of new movies!

    I also got my asthma and my eating disorder under control (finally!!!). I really didn’t think I’d ever be able to say the latter with any degree of honesty, ever.

    I’ve been sober from alcohol completely for two years, and the same for nicotine. TWO YEARS sober from the worst substances I ever let myself fall in love with! I think THAT’S especially an accomplishment to love!

    So yeah! It’s been a really good year. Everyone who says your thirties are better than your twenties because you’re not as much of a fool running into walls facefirst is totally right. I feel really grateful I’ve had all this time to work on myself and my interests. 2023 was a good one. Let’s go 2024!

  • sara reads the feed

    The end (of the year) is nigh

    I’ve spent today mostly puttering with plants and crocheting. The amount of my life crochet and Baldur’s Gate 3 has consumed means that I’m taking a slightly more neglectful stance on my plants – which is kinda fine in the winter anyway. It’s been dark and chilly. My plants wouldn’t know what to do if I gave them water. Most everything dying back is something I know will recover, like this mostly-brown spider plant I repotted today. It had a gajillion happy roots and was mostly just pouting at me because it wanted more room, not because I hadn’t watered it in a month. I anticipate its rebound before long tbh.

    Another hobby which claimed my attention toward the end of the year is the site hosting this post. Egregious has been around for years, providing a place for Rory and I to blog when we felt like it. Mostly I focused on hosting fiction previously; now I am mostly doing movie reviews. Will I still be posting here in 2024? Only time will tell.

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    The three most popular non-fiction posts on Egregious are:

    Other well-viewed posts of mine are also rather critical. It seems like people kinda prefer when I playfully talk shit about movies they like. I’m most surprised by the placement of my “listicle” thingy there, since I didn’t link it/discuss it as widely as other stuff. There is some attraction to overviews among folks who read me.

    There are oddly random posts which also got high traffic, mostly because of my site’s layout. If you read one personal post, you have probably been recommended another post called My Dog Is So Gay, and it turns out my dog’s face with a stupid title is the closest thing to clickbait I get. There are also fewer personal posts to recommend, so the same ones surface a lot. Naturally the dog is the most popular appearance.

    None of these traffic numbers are high, mind you. I haven’t invested into anything for visibility. It doesn’t make sense when I’m just here for fun, you know? But I’m grateful for the fifty-whatever people hanging out.

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    I shifted my bird of paradise today (it’s a very tall green plant with five big leaves) and discovered an earwig on the wall behind it. I only screamed a little bit. I didn’t even run away. That’s how grownup I’ve gotten about bugs lately.

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    It’s interesting to me that Bookriot’s list of 8 Books the Authors Regretted Writing includes The Anarchist Cookbook. It seems to have really shaken the author, who was young when he wrote it, to have his information embraced by violent factions. I tend to think of TAC as being a rather neutral book though — it’s one of those things where a curious author can find it useful for plot, and an armchair philosopher can respect the freedom of information. It must feel extremely strange to be the one who aggregated the information though.

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    The New York Review has a great read about indigenous people taken to Europe in the 16th century.

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    Want some cool shots of deep ocean vents? Ars Technica has us covered.

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    Balloon Juice’s previously prescient friend predicts Trump will win the presidency if he can run again. I am also somewhat of a psychic myself (read this as ironically as you like) and I think that we are going to have the threat of his election dangled over us to motivate the complacent public into voting for the other guy, and it will work, but we’re all going to come out of it feeling like traumatized shit led by a DNC that never bothered to address the real issues while busily terrifying us. At this point they clearly find it more effective to be anti-them rather than pro-issues, if that makes any sense.

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    AJE reports on New York Times going after OpenAI.

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    Through Colossal, a glimpse of a magnificent art installation with large-figure roman numerals.

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    Folks are mocking Christopher Nolan for saying Zack Snyder’s fingerprints are all over modern superhero movies. (Variety) I’m sorry to say I agree with Nolan, though. Zack Snyder’s style of slow-motion emphasis action scenes with quick-cuts, his heavy-handed digital grading, and his experiential approach to emotion-based storytelling rather than reason-based storytelling has honestly kinda parked its butt all over modern blockbusters. For better or worse. It’s like how you can attribute a certain amount of gloss and lens flares and lack of denouement to JJ Abrams, badly written women and unnecessarily large physical set pieces and convoluted storytelling to Nolan, and the BWAAAMMMMM noise to Michael Bay.

    The actual content of these filmmakers’ movies do not always have massive cultural impact, but their *styles* are industry behemoths.

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    I was very minimal hype for cinema in 2023, and I’ve been wondering if it’s a mood thing, a lingering pandemic malaise that keeps me indoors, or if movies just kinda suck. Variety lists the anticipated movies of 2024. I think the malaise is clearing a little?

    I do want to see Argylle because it’s about a redheaded middle aged writer and I’m so, so cheap for movies about writers. I will see it streaming.

    I’m not excited about Dune II but I will definitely watch it streaming too.

    Challengers might be fun. I like Guadignino’s flicks usually, and I enjoy the idea of mmf drama, always. On the other hand, I still haven’t gotten around to Bones and All.

    I can’t admit that I will be gladly watching Joker 2 without reminding everyone I’m DC trash, but…

    I’ll show up for Venom 3 (on my home tv) if it’s as gay as the first two.

    Everything else is deep in “ehh” territory or all the way down to “you could not pay me to visit a theater for this.”

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    Hey babe, hot new growth substrate dropping in Sweden. (Engadget)

  • sara reads the feed

    Robot murder, Museum of Prince, Taters is our King

    We got this little robot bird off Amazon as a cat toy. I actually quite like holding it in my hand. The way it flaps its wings and the frailty of its mechanics inside an unstuffed cloth body actually feels a lot like a bird. The downside is that it screams constantly, in that shrieky “I am a bird that is dying” sort of way, and everyone in my family finds it intolerably obnoxious.

    Of course that means it is the best cat toy we have ever bought. The cats are obsessed. Why shouldn’t they be? It lets them authentically roleplay murder. It’s extremely unsettling seeing my tiny fluffy babies that I give all the widdle kisses suddenly convert to their panther instincts.

    They go straight for the neck on this toy. Just try to snap its neck straight off, with these sharp, sudden little viper-bites. They don’t do this move with the myriad crocheted cat toys I make for them, so they’re recognizing the robot as actual prey.

    I’m amazed on a few levels. One, because I managed to find a robot my cats like, and it’s like…AR outdoor cat life for indoor fatties. Two, because it’s an amazing robot honestly, simple as it is. Just a brilliant design that genuinely understands cat. Three, I’m amazed to remember my stupid little lazy babies are just pretending for my benefit. Only *pretending* to be babies until there’s a neck to snap.

    I adore them. I wish I could befriend every cat in the world. They’re so perfect. The bird robot is cool.

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    Christmas was quite low-key. I think the cats got the best presents honestly. It was really nice to just have a warmly special, different from normal day without the stress.

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    It’s been a few days since I posted links, so some of these are almost a week old now. I’ll try to just post stuff that remains evergreen.

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    Nargis in Kabul posted on Psyche about losing her right to work under Taliban rule. It’s a compelling read, more unsettling than overtly violent. I found it really easy to imagine myself in her position.

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    The USA promises to land astronauts on the moon. (Ars Technica) They’re saying it will be an international astronaut; my vote is Japan. Japan has special rights over the moon on account of Kaguya Hime being primo a+++ myth.

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    ABC News pulled a piece out of the archives. In 2015, they covered the creepy American cult tradition of purity balls; current House Speaker Mike Johnson was featured in this story with his daughter.

    I really don’t like how this man interferes in his kids’ sex lives. Johnson is the same dude whose son will get a notification if he looks at porn on his phone. Imagine the amount of shame these kids have to navigate. Imagine having to think about your dad every time sex comes up. MY GOD.

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    I adored this article about Newark students reluctantly curating a Museum of Prince (the music artist) for a school assignment. (NYT)

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    NPR summarizes Congress’s accomplishments for the year in a thousand words.

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    I hate how I just “discovered” Last Holiday and was just warming up to the idea of a love square with Queen Latifah and several men, including Gerard Depardieu, only to come across news about a long history of assault allegations against Depardieu. Bah! (Variety) I continue to be resentful when abusive public figures taint projects I love.

    Variety has also reported on allegations of assault against Vin Diesel. He’s one of those actors I’ve mostly heard about in terms of his benign nerdiness behind the scenes and something about a beef with another large bald man, so I really was surprised by this one. Social media comments made it clear I should not have been surprised.

    (On this blog, we acknowledge it costs $0 to believe abuse survivors.)

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    The Reuters analysis of Tesla’s ongoing behavior, which feels rather like a grift to me, makes me *so* happy my family veered off and got a Nissan Leaf last-minute. We really almost got a Model S. Phew.

    I know others have had issues with Nissan, but for us, the Leaf has been a no-drama car.

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    Variety’s interview with the cowriter of Rebel Moon reminds me that a lotta working writers simply do not have the same “rules” around constructing story that I do. This is a completely neutral observation; I’m sincerely not snarking.

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    On NPR, a conversation between adult children who have lost their last parent and become orphans. I am very close to my two siblings so I just always appreciate sibling stuff tbh. I relate to the way they piece together an image of their parents, a unified theory of parents. Even now my siblings and I will do this in conversation. Death is not the only boundary that can distance us from firsthand accounts of wtf is going on with these people who made us, so real humans must become myth. In so many ways, children are the keepers of a most arcane history nobody else can know about the generation prior.

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    Reykjavik’s child-eating Yule cat is now the only Christmas-adjacent holiday figure I accept. (NPR)

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    Great news for Sara hate-fans! If you’ve been waiting to lurk and judge my every thought derisively on BlueSky as you once did so easily on Twitter, you can now do so. (Engadget)

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    Ars Technica reminds us again that humans aren’t actually super-special in our cognition; we are just a little bit more complex and develop further than the asshole crow who poops on your car deliberately.

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    I keep thinking about this New Yorker article about a more informal variation of therapy (it should really be compared to life coaching imo) based on talking about philosophy. The article itself shares how this can be really good, really dreadful, or anywhere in between, so the concept is perhaps more interesting than the current execution.

    I often think that I need a philosophical counselor who can also do therapy, more than just a therapist, so it was interesting seeing this come up. I always seem to be on society’s brainwave.

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    Glorious orange cat Taters was a deep space ambassador for NASA. (Engadget)

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    Emptywheel has a great piece about how political the Christmas story is.

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    Kidnappings are on the rise in Colombia again, but factions are working on a deal to stop this practice. (AJE)

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    This XKCD has strong Scavenger’s Reign vibes.