Having written a grand total of two blog posts this year so far, it’s fair to say I’ve slipped up a bit on this ol’ hobby of mine. In all fairness, it’s my final semester ever of Uni – don’t even – and I’ve finally submitted my dissertation. I directed a play, wrote lots for The Indie, watched many films and ate a lot of Snyder’s Jalapeno pretzel pieces. And so instead of doing a normal “Thing’s I’ve loved this week,” let’s take a look back at the first five months of 2019.
I’ve been watching a lot of films this year, and in March I started documenting them. Among some incredible first-time watches were Memento (2000) dir. Christopher Nolan, Her (2013) dir. Spike Jonze, First Reformed (2017) dir. Paul Schrader, Arrival (2016) dir. Denis Villeneuve, Seven (1995) dir. David Fincher, Eighth Grade (2018) dir. Bo Burnham, Us (2019) dir. Jordan Peele, Green Book (2018) dir. Peter Farrelly. I also watched some pretty terrible ones: Bohemian Rhapsody (2018) dir. A Sexual Predator (this sums up my feeling towards this goddamn film), Damage (1992) dir. Louis Malle (what did Juliette Binoche do to deserve this film?), Stoker (2013) dir. Park Chan-wook, Vice (2018) dir. Adam McKay.
I finally, after years of can’t-be-arsedness, hopped onto the Black Mirror hype. SO GOOD. Favourite episodes are probably Nosedive, Shut Up and Dance, Hated in the Nation, San Junipero, USS Callister & Bandersnatch. This could all change though when season five comes out in a few weeks, which apprently includes an episode with the HOT PRIEST. Speaking of: holy hell. Fleabag is the best bit of TV I’ve seen in a long, long time and Phoebe Waller-Bridge is an unadulterated genius. Clever, sharp, moving, filthy, sad, sexy. Following on with the theme of Steph Discovering Already Popular things I finally watched Bodyguard, and yes, the rumours are true, Richard Madden is sexy. I am watching the shit out of Game of Thrones season 8 to very loud, mixed, feelings.
I went to Chicago in January! It. Was. Cold. We managed to narrowly avoid the polar vortex, but it was still a solid -6 degrees, and there was a lot of piling on-and-off layers. We ate deep dish pizza, we watched short muscly men struggle-cuddle in a wrestling match, we visited a bahá’í temple, we flicked The Bean, we went up the Hancock Tower, we laughed at frat boys, we wore many thermal layers, we drank too much. A good time.
My music taste at this point is just completely unintelligible. I have been listening to a lot of Leonard Cohen, Françoise Hardy, dodie, Billie Eilish and Fat White Family and revising exclusively to weird Steve Reich minimalist stuff.
If you hang out with me you’ll probably hear me about ten times a day proclaim, WHY AM I SO OILYYYYYY. These products are helping out: The Ordinary Niacinamide 10% + Zinc 1%, Origins Zero Oil Deep Pore Cleanser with Saw Palmetto & Mint, and the Origins Original Skin Matte Moisturizer with Willowherb. I hate how expensive skincare is, and have ranted about it in an article for Into the Fold.
Yet more podcasts
I’ve already done two individual blog posts about podcasts (here and here), but some more that I’ve dived into are: David Tennant Does A Podcast (great episodes include the ones with Olivia Colman, Ian McKellen and Tina Fey), BBC Radio 1’s Screen Time, Off Menu with Ed Gamble and James Acaster (the episodes with Jamie Demetriou, Lolly Adefope, Aisling Bea and Joel Dommett are hilarious), Truth & Movies, BBC Unpopped (following episodes are so brilliant: Eurotrash and Revelation, Bridget Jones and the Status of Comedy, David Foster Wallace and Legacy, The Spice Girls and Kathy Acker, RuPaul’s Drag Race and Beyond), Slow Burn (I finally understand the Watergate Scandal!) and Griefcast with Cariad Lloyd (listen to ep’s with Poorna Bell, Deborah Frances-White, Robert Webb & Adam Buxton).