That’s it for another month; I spent most of it watching the news in a spectrum of emotions ranging from hope to grief to fury, which leaves you spent and exhausted and so very weary of the world.
So unfortunately there might be a bit more negativity than usual below the cut, as I’m sure my mindset left me far more critical than I otherwise could have been about a bland Charlie’s Angels film, a flaccid third season of Killing Eve, and an increasingly obnoxious take on Anne of Green Gables in its third and final season.
Still, there was plenty of good stuff too: a time-travelling Cleopatra, the triumphant return of Phryne Fisher, a delve into the life and times of Emily Dickinson, and Harley Quinn driving off into the sunset with the woman she loves. I also went on a bit of a Lois Duncan bender, so that was a fun trip down memory lane.
Oh, and just one more male-centric/directed story managed to sneak past: I had to watch Onward, and was stunned by how good it was in the face of such lacklustre reviews. Seriously, it’s one of the best things Pixar has put out in ages.