Nothing was ever hidden in the director’s strange personal life.
It was the summer before my sophomore year of high school. My dad, a lifelong fan of the director, encouraged me to binge watch about forty-three of Allen’s movies during a hot July. That October, I went to school dressed as the iconic character Annie Hall. Nobody knew who I was.
Fast forward to the summer of 2020. Suddenly, Woody Allen’s name is a common one amongst popular media outlets. “Did you hear?” and “I can’t believe he married his step daughter” were frequent phrases. Now, the 2021 documentary Allen…
A review of how Midsommar & Hereditary succeed by provoking divine discomfort in their audiences
Picture this: you’re 20, three days from turning 21. You’re a second semester junior at a huge state university living with and near some of the best people you’ll ever know. Then, one morning, you wake up and your resting heart rate is 150 and no matter what you do, it won’t come down.
150 might not seem like a lot, but imagine finishing a sprint — you’re winded, your heart rate is accelerated. You start to stretch, throw your head back in anticipation of your heart rate slowing — but then it doesn’t. It stays racing.
After a weekend…
Scrolling through my pictures on facebook a few months ago, I started to notice a pattern. A huge blast of photos with an ex-friend of mine, and then a lull, and then another blast of photos. This pattern carried on throughout my entire history of photos until all that was left at the top were scattered photos of myself alone or with my family. My downfalls as a friend were illustrated clear as day in front of me in the form of a facebook timeline.
By the time I graduated high school, I had already lost three best friends. When…
Abigail Jacqueline
writer & generally cool person
