Issue 13

Fortunately, I’m in the majority of comedy enthusiasts when I say I miss gritty, low-budget TV shows with absurd characters that aren’t bogged down by what executives call “a compelling engine.” Now, don’t get me wrong: engines are a crucial part of serial storytelling, and while an engine can anchor a show, it can also weigh it down. Especially when the show is a comedy. And I am about to be so real and vulnerable right now it’s not even funny… I’ve rewatched The Office cou

If you know Kai Farr, you know he is not at all interested in doing anything halfway. Intellectual yet grounded, kind but hilariously cutting, he’s the person you’d listen to tell a single story for hours on end just to hear how he explains the most minute of details. He throws himself so wholly into his ideas and somehow manages to get everyone around him just as excited about them as he is. I met Kai on the very first day of freshman year at Boston University in our dormit

Disclaimer: this piece is spoiler-free. There is one sentence which briefly describes the film’s plot, but it has been struck through; if you have not yet seen the film, you may skip past it. The rest may read through the strike-through like such. James and Martha love their children. More than anything else. And how can you blame them? For one thing, they created them…with their own two hands. It didn’t take over night either. They spent many months trying; that was for Joan

It’s October, I’m 23, and I live in Los Angeles. The air isn’t as crisp as it was back home when I was growing up. When my mother would wrap me up in scarves before the other girls at school were made to wear sweaters. I remember itching at thick grey tights and scraping my knees as I climbed trees to grab the plumpest apples I could find. I wasn't yet aware of Plath’s fig tree and had no issue grabbing what was right in front of me. Now I live on the west coast, where time

Looks can be deceiving. Many assume that I – Count Dracula – am nothing more than an undead, blood-sucking monster who lurks in the shadows. I find this presumption absurd and, frankly, hurtful. And look, I get it: I drain the life from peasants, babies, and virgins on an almost daily basis. But I have another side. One much more malignant; a far bigger red flag. I have a Letterboxd. It is the foulest of ‘personality traits’ to be like me: a full-fledged mother-fuckin