It's Giving Monday on a Saturday
It's Giving Monday on a Saturday
We Love a 4 Day Weekend's 3rd Day Wake Up
Hey sleepyheads. Y’all rage last night? I didn’t. I watched The Curse, a show so good I want to write about it, except it’s so good I don’t really want to write about it until I can see all of it. Just, watch it. We’ll talk about it in a few weeks. It’s Nathan Fielder, Benny Safdie, and Emma Stone bending the form of television, cultural appropriation, white guilt, and the pinprick corners of colonialist classism. It’s funny and dark, not in that order. The show is so dense with underlying meaning and subtext, it’s almost as if you mashed the carefully crafted set pieces of Nathan For You or The Rehearsal with the frenetic gumption of Uncut Gems, and then let one of Chris Gethard’s writers massage the script for maximum emotional awkwardness.
Actually, that’s exactly what they did.
Miniature spoilers and theories ahead, if you want to go in blind then you can just skip down to the posts from yesterday.
The marketing has been subversive and clearly an extension of the point they’re trying to make, the acting is superb from everyone (but especially Emma Stone, who brings an Oscar-worthy level of attention to every microexpression), and I’m fairly sure the entire show is just about how utterly toxic small dick energy can be to entire relationships, families, and communities.
I guess viewer discretion advised on that front, especially if you have a big screen TV. They hang some tiny wangs in a kind of horror movie, jump scene fashion. One minute a father and law and son are sharing a moment, the next thing you know you’re confronting an old man’s button dick. That Safdie signature shock, turned onto one of society’s most enduring and patriarchal curses. It’s brilliantly uncomfortable television.
I’m already saying and speculating too much. Watch it and we’ll chat more when it wraps.
Well then! We have another fun filled day of blogging ahead of us, but if you’re anything like me, then there’s a special feeling you get opening your eyes on the Saturday morning of a Thanksgiving weekend.
My school tempered, white collar workforce circadian rhythm experiences Friday on a Wednesday and Saturday on a Thursday this particular week, yours probably does too (unless you work in editorial or service or retail, in which case I am so sorry, I’ve been there too, this weekend is awful). But for those of us “fortunate” enough to only ever expect 2 days off in a row, this particular Saturday morning feels as though we’ve been given a stay of execution. Another weekend for our weekend we just had, that’s a little taste of the American Dream right there.
I’m in a great mood today, so expect a nice smattering of random, uplifting stuff, a stark contrast from where we were yesterday. It got a bit heavy, sorry! Capitalism will do that. Speaking of capitalism, a reminder that the Down The Pipes Black Friday offer is running until Monday at midnight.
And here’s what you missed from yesterday:
More soon, until then!