GLOW. It’s a very fitting name for this nostalgia drenched, leotard heavy, bright, new Netflix original. Set in mid 80s Los Angeles (palm trees and neon lights abound) we follow overachieving failed actress Ruth Wilder (Alison Brie) as she dives headfirst into the only successful job she can seem to get. Earnest and incredibly hardworking, Ruth can’t get a callback on any audition she does, until she accosts a casting director in the bathroom who lets her know about an experimental show for “unconventional women.” This sets up a great premise to have a bunch of interesting, and very different, women play off each other with real and make-believe wrestling drama. It’s funny, and pretty and very, very bingeable.
Oh my… It’s been over a year and a half since I’ve written anything! I suppose I could blame the entirety of 2016 being eaten up (gobbled and spat out more like) with my honours thesis, but I’m back! For no other reason than I like the sound of my own voice, and I watch far too much television for my own good I’m going to make a concerted effort to write more about the shows and movies that catch my eye.
Recently I’ve enjoyed Wonder Woman, My Cousin Rachel, Riverdale, American Gods and GLOW, so I’ll try and say something about them. I’d ask you guys to suggest new shows for me to watch, but honestly I think I’m bingeing pretty hardcore on my own power!
Today at I finished one of several TV marathons underway this summer holiday. This particular show was Bryan Fuller’s (of Hannibal) Pushing Daisies. I can’t quite remember what made me start watching it, but I think it might have had something to do with having seen The Hobbit, adoring Lee Pace and going from there. We’ll never know for sure.
Firstly, sorry I haven’t been around in a while. Anyway I was searching for pictures for upcoming posts (I do actually have some things I want to write, promise!) and I found this article about the above outfit from Buffy (so, yes, maybe some posts are Buffy related), which I found quite interesting.
If the link is dead the upshot is that this is possibly the most ’90s’ you can get out of an outfit (oxblood ‘power suit,’ spiky updo, brown makeup, those lapels), but at the time of publishing (late 2012) it was relatively on trend, so the topic of timeless-ness was raised and whether we like things just because media is saturated with them.
“The worst part is, even though I still think the look is laughable, I know that as I’m barraged with images and articles, my eyes and brain will eventually adjust and accept its chicness.”
I found this particularly interesting because I’ve seen it it so often in my own wardrobe and sometimes I wonder if I actually have any taste of my own. Story time! Circa 2007 when skinny jeans were really starting to take over from the baggier styles of the early 2000’s I hated them. I thought they made thin people look like aliens, and large people look enormous. I had a whole rant to my mum about it – I actually remember that. They suited no-one, they weren’t versatile and they would go away soon! Now I own five pairs.
For my part I love every and all of Cordelia’s ensembles, but also probably anything 90s-esque. Except tiny eyebrows. Thank God we still don’t still live in an era of sperm-brows.
Recently aired on ABC was the locally made tele-movie about the life and career of one of Australia’s most famous show girls, Carlotta. Known to friends and family as Carol Spencer and born as Richard Byron, she has a fascinating and sometimes tragic story to tell.
The movie follows Carlotta’s life, beginning as a young boy in 1940s Sydney whose mother (Anita Hegh) is a retired dancer, and whose father is a small minded man of the times. Not much time is spent showing this time period but it gives the audience an important insight into Carlotta’s young life, and the prejudices surrounding even small displays of femininity.
So, I watched the entire first season of Faking It in one afternoon. In the middle of exam block. I’m smart like that.
I actually find that’s the catch when it comes to twenty minute episode shows, you’re conned into believing you’re not wasting that much time. Four hours later…
Anyway, I think an article about it caught my eye through my travels through the internet, so I thought I’d give it a go. I have to admit, the premise sounds pretty terrible, and mildly offensive. It’s been pulled off well, though.
Hi! My name is Merryn, and this blog is a place for me to wax lyrical about TV. And maybe movies. Hell, I might even ramble about fashion or books or something random. I’ll try to keep it pop culture-y though.
You should know up front that my favourite show is Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Or possibly Angel. One summer my Mum and I watched all seven seasons of Buffy and five of Angel in a matter of weeks. It’s beloved.
I also like far too many other TV shows and movies etc, so I’ll get a categories/tagged page going soon, so that you (and I) can refer back to how many fabulous things there are to watch.