This is a messy garbage movie and I’m always happy to stick my face in it. Mmmm, throwback body horror.
People demanded it, and we’re here to deliver: four watchalong podcasts including excellent guest host Miranda Sanchez. I’m loosely familiar with KLK–I pretty much couldn’t avoid it since I was watching Samurai Flamenco that season–so I went in knowing a few spoilers beforehand, but you can still enjoy plenty of surprise and flailing.
We’ve arrived: the nadir of the book. I’ve convinced no small amount of trusting, unwary souls to try this rollercoaster of a series. Every one found different characters and themes that appealed to them, but without fail they reported having difficulty with this stretch of pages. Why? Because it’s a fuckton of infodump about characters we’ve just been introduced to and don’t care about. Also, (even more) racism.
On the bright side, while previous posts in this series have taken thousands of words breaking down 30 pages of novel, here we’re going to be able to sail through nearly a hundred pages like it’s nothing.
Prepare yourselves for an experience I’m sure many of you are unfamiliar with: an old cis white man telling you his overconfident opinions about how and why the world works.
Here’s the last round of the Fushigi Yugi rewatch I took part in. While it’s not a particularly important series to me, and its fuckups wound deeper than some, it’s still a series that does a few things very, very well–and deserves more credit than it gets for its wonderful portrayal of the central friendship between Miaka and Yui and a sometimes genuine success at grappling with adolescent sexual anxiety.
Never has so much money been poured into art of a man lovingly nuzzling a toilet seat. Repeatedly. While backed by the finest of campy 90s dubs.
A guy walks into a studio. “I have a great idea,” he says. “The Parisian catacombs are spooky, right? How come nobody’s ever shot a horror movie down there?” The film that resulted was 2014’s As Above, So Below.
I can see you itching your palms already. Unfortunately, you failed to take into account this monkey’s paw behind my back and its two stipulations: the director is John Erick Dowdle, whose previous film was the illustrious M Night Shyamalan brainchild Devil, and the specific horror subgenre is everyone’s favorite gimmick genre, “found footage.”
DEVILMAN crybaby has been tearing up the internet since it dropped a few weeks ago, sparking conversation about its use of sex, violence, horror, and taboo to tell a story about love and the end of the world. Not an inconsiderable amount of that discussion was centered around the series’ queer representation. What do you do with a series that features sympathetic representation while also roundly killing its queer characters off, and does it make a difference that everybody is dying?
SPOILERS for DEVILMAN crybaby, Devilman, and Devilman Lady. CONTENT WARNING: NSFW screenshots.