
Ingrid Goes West movie review: an antisocial-media story
Bitter, snide, and ultimately brutal, exactly the movie about social media we deserve; a satire that is barely satirical. Aubrey Plaza is hashtag savage.

Bitter, snide, and ultimately brutal, exactly the movie about social media we deserve; a satire that is barely satirical. Aubrey Plaza is hashtag savage.

Oh, there are lots of women here. And they’re either anonymous slavering sex machines or ridiculous perfect goddesses elevated on an absurd pedestal. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

This painfully unfunny spoof of teddibly British nonsense couldn’t be less amusing if it were actually calculated to be totally laugh-free.
Actual unretouched phrases that people plugged into search engines this week that led them to this site (with some commentary from me)…

“I am Iron Man.” When Tony repeats that line here, it’s newly thrilling, and far more intriguing than it previously was.
Actual unretouched phrases that people plugged into search engines this week that led them to this site (with some commentary from me)…
Links my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…
How many superheroes spoil the broth? More than six, apparently, at least when Joss Whedon is wrangling them.
Are our TVs not already chock full of more crap than we could ever watch, even if we wanted to watch it all? Doesn’t the glut of pointless, useless junk on the vast multitude of cable channels prove that there are already too many content streams and not enough good material to fill them?

Ohmygod the germs, the germs! They’re everywhere!