Category: Broken Girl Media

Film, Television, Radio, and Gaming

For the record, it is profoundly fucked-up that Do The Right Thing is unavailable for streaming in the U.S. I don’t know what bottomless licensing chasm it’s fallen into, but few films speak to the summer of 2020 with greater clarity and nuance than Spike Lee’s vision of the summer of 1989.

It’s worth the $4 to rent it from Apple or Google, but it’s an important film that should be as accessible as possible.

Who was your celebrity crush when you were a teenager?

That’s a tough one… while I cling to the memory of various ‘90s girls, my ‘80s obsessions have faded. But to the best of my recollection:

Phoebe Cates, mainly for Fast Times At Ridgemont High. She also scored cool points when she married Kevin Kline.

Also, Jennifer Jason Leigh, for same. She scored cool points for playing a vast assortment of whores and victims and psychopaths in the years to come.

Kathy Ireland, of course.

Deborah Foreman, for Waxwork, wherein a high school girl gets lost in a supernatural wax museum and ends up falling in love with the whip of the Marquis de Sade.

There’s probably more, but my brain is too embarrassed to admit it. (Pretty sure I was into Madonna for about a year, around her Lucky Star period.)

Amazon.com: Watch The Vast of Night | Prime Video

Has anyone cobbled together a NetflixParty-esque tool for Prime Video yet? I’ve been thinking about doing a Broken Girl Film Academy watch-party thing, and while I’d probably want to start over on HBO with something from the Criterion Collection, I’d eventually want to get to Amazon’s The Vast of Night. Because it is fucking beautiful.

Describing what happens wouldn’t be so much a spoiler as beside the point. This is a work of meticulous world- and mood-building that undergirds a pair of performances —one in particular— that are as technically accomplished as they are energetic and pure.

(Jake Horowitz is very good, but Sierra McCormick is going to be a Big Fucking Deal. Mark my words… if merit means anything, she’s gonna be a star.)

Go watch it.

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Top Seven Comfort Films

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Also I wouldn’t call them ‘comfort’ films per say, more my go-to movies to watch.

1. Dodgeball

2. Captain America: The Winter Soldier

3. Pride and Prejudice (2005)

4. My Bloody Valentine (1981)

5. Pacific Rim

6. Mulan (or any Disney movie tbh)

7. Anything Star Wars

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1. The Princess Bride

2. Forgetting Sarah Marshall

3. Any of the LOTR trilogy

4. Willow

5. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

6. National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation

7. Serenity

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1. The Crow

2. Hackers

3. The Dark Crystal

4. Akira

5. Labyrinth

6. Dark City

7. What Dreams May Come

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1. Labyrinth

2. Superstar

3. Drop Dead Gorgeous

4. Secret Life of Pets (1 & 2 plz)

5. The Princess Bride

6. Tangled

7. Clueless

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  1. Glengarry Glen Ross
  2. Talladega Nights
  3. Goodfellas
  4. Dazed & Confused
  5. A Fish Called Wanda
  6. Much Ado About Nothing (1993)
  7. Across the Universe

My first video game was Pong. Okay, technically, it was a clone of Pong, with a few extra games built-in… it even came with a light-gun accessory, which was used to shoot a white block that floated randomly around the screen. A year or two later, we had an Atari 2600 —okay, again, it was a 2600 clone made by Sears— and I was hooked.

I was the first person in my neighborhood/school to have a home computer. I sold my bike to buy it, specifically because I wanted to dedicate myself to learning to “program games”.

Playing Mario 64 the first time was practically a religious experience. Everything was new, and yet somehow felt perfectly natural.

In the late ‘90s, I built a web-based, multiplayer word game for kinky people. It was the one and only time I used Flash for anything, and the server-side code was a ridiculous joke, but it worked and it was fun.

An embarrassing amount of my early 21st century was spent playing Oblivion, Skyrim, and the various Fallouts.

And I tell you all of the above to tell you this: to me, Half-Life: Alyx is bigger than all of it.

It’s the most technologically impressive game I’ve ever played; every setting is beautiful —beautifully wrecked— and more importantly, each feels like a unique, rationally-constructed space. And it’s a showcase for the Index Controllers, which feel more like extensions of my hands than any other controllers I’ve owned.

But the big thing is that HL:Alyx haunts me. Not in some dark way… it just lingers in the back of my mind. I find myself feeling vaguely resentful that the real world won’t let me hold out my hand, flick my wrist, and have objects fly across the room and into my grasp. (This can be simulated with an obedient girl, but it’s not the same.) I care very little about the story —Half-Life’s lore never interested me— but the world that Valve has built around it is fascinating, and a welcome respite from stay-at-home reality.

This is what people have always meant when they talked about “virtual reality”. It’s finally here.

PS: If you get a chance to play it, let me give you the key to making the first couple hours about 10x more satisfying… [sort-of spoiler] when a headcrab lunges for your face, you can snatch that little fucker out of mid-air with your free hand, shove your pistol in his mouth, and pull the trigger. Try it. You’re welcome.