ATOMIC RAKSHASI
the Art of Rhea Daniel

If you’re lost and left wanting after Widow’s Bay, Below on Netflix, a series about a kraken terrorizing a tiny island town in Newfoundland, Canada, is a good stand-in that can keep you satisfied until the next season arrives. I’ll post a brief review of Below next but for now, I’ll get into the subject of this particular blog post. My dad, a bigger movie buff than I, kept a keen ear out for interesting or unusual movie soundtracks, and because we didn’t have streaming serv

Pygmalion and Galatea, Laurent Pécheux (1729–1821) Wikimedia There’s a story that repeats itself through myth and history, that woman is...

TW for mentions of suicide At thirteen, when music videos first graced our television screens, I felt sorry for the titular Jeremy. I figured he had been screaming at those frozen figures of his parents, caught in the middle of an argument because no one was listening. He’s bullied by his classmates and wildly sketches out his master plan, imagining his enemies lying beneath his triumphant ‘V’ atop a mountain ( The dead lay in pools of maroon below ). The national flag wrappe

You’re in a tizzy. Submissions are due and life generally sucks, but you have no time to think about that. It’s 1998. You depend on music to push you through. You read stories to hold together a crumbling world. Those feels. You’ll never get those again, not with the same gut-wrenching intensity. At a weekend screening of Great Expections , you hear a classmate, a nice boy by any standards, mutter “bitch” under his breath from the row below. Didn’t he watch a bitter old woman