It’s not really a mystery why people yearn to believe bizarre and dramatic tales of evil: the actual truth about evil is that it’s mundane, pervasive, and unfixable, at least to us mortals.
What you will find in Never Have I Ever is a surprisingly profound look at grief through the eyes of teenagers.
If you don’t have any sort of hope beyond death, the absurdity of everything tends to hit you hard. And then you end up doing stupid stuff, like betting the family farm on a bunch of tulips.
“A song about a miniature horse can be just what we all need right now.”
How do we make sense of truth in a world where deepfakes are leaping from the big screen into our homes?
Ultimately, the problem with VR was that it, like so much that happened in the nineties, put technology ahead of content.
If you enjoy watching powerful and manipulative people subjugate vulnerable people (and animals) to fulfill their own pleasure, then maybe you should take a step back and examine yourself.
Accounts of unstoppable, contagious dancing fools date as far back as the seventh century, and hail from nearly all parts of Europe.
Many of us use humor as a defense mechanism when things go dark, but Waititi seems to use humor as joy-finding—a way of mining light out of dark ore.
Let’s give generously to the ones who need it and the ones who are helping. And maybe, I dunno, put that giant pack of Quilted Northern back on the rack.
A reading challenge can be just the pause we need to stop and consider which books in our collections contain truth and goodness—which are told in a beautiful way.
Dahl wasn’t selling people rocks—not really—he was selling them a joke.
Christians are commanded to love our neighbors, but we cannot love people we make no effort to understand.
It’s in those moments that the internet feels like a good place to be—a place to reveal how a single story written by an English chap in the 1950s has touched and shaped thousands of lives for the better.
In locking us into the perspective of one of these characters, 1917 ends up being a story that, through the artistry, reminds us that one life has value in the midst of millions.
Formulas are not the problem with The Rise of Skywalker, but we might say lack of formulaic vision for the whole trilogy.
