I am the least qualified person to review movies — but, if you’re a movie buff reading this, let me offer a defense for this film all the same.

Thirteen was a foundational film for complex and tender representations of poor women and girls for my generation. After 20 years, it deserves a critical reevaluation.

Mean Girls — the movie, the musical, the movie (again?), and the mediocrity.

POP EMERGENCY! Everyone’s favourite Canadian chartreuse has released another album! Coming hot of last year’s The Loneliest Time, the queen of wistful pop has released The Loveliest Time. Using Spotify’s hot new synch feature, Alex and Q poured a glass of Kylie rosé and got to listening. Thus enjoy our scattered and excited thoughts. 

Asteroid City takes Anderson’s trademark fussiness and spins it around like a flying saucer cheekily dancing above a desert crater, leaning us towards the absurd in the process.

Cottagecore is dead. Synth pop reigns in Midnights.

Blonde is pure trash that both hates and lusts after the central character. If Frollo from Hunchback of Notre Dame had access to a Hollywood production team, this is the kind of garbage he’d create.

WHERE is the MELANCHOLY?!

When it comes to human issues, I dislike statistics. They can easily be manipulated to support a particular bias. Facts can be entirely invented and published online as truth. This is why stories are so important. Girl, Woman, Other does this in a way that isn’t boring or biased. The book’s eclectic characters are fleshed out, flawed, sometimes brutal, always independent.