The Foxy Film Fan

For better or worse, film has changed drastically since my last post to this blog. Star Wars  stopped being fun, the horror genre continued being amazing, The Joker  made me cry (a lot), Marvel kept making me shrug and say "it was alright, I guess," the Suspiria  remake let me feel smart as I explained what was happening to my poor confused family, and audiences read the disturbing accounts of Harvey Weinstein's sexual abuse over the past several decades. Everyone was shocked until they stopped being shocked, and eventually Weinstein was allowed to return to doing whatever it is rich men who get away with sexually abusing women do in their free time. Bumping into an ex is always uncomfortable, and writing this post feels strikingly similar. So, this is me avoiding eye contact and awkwardly shifting my weight from one foot to the other as I mumble my excuses. "I got lazy," "my measly UberEATS wages didn't cover the cost of how many movies I needed t...

Jessica Harper in Dario Argento's Suspiria For as long as I can remember, Halloween has always been a favorite holiday of mine. I was always a very timid child, and the opportunity to face my fears head on was a rush of adrenaline enhanced by the unhealthy amounts of sugar I would eat later that night, only to later crash deep into a dramatic pit of despair once the high of candy and ringing strangers' doorbells wore off. Once I turned eighteen this beloved holiday became just another day, no longer permitted by social norms to knock on strangers doors while donning the uniform of a Star Wars princess or Power Ranger. This year, I ventured into Dallas with a dear friend to let Dario Argento make Halloween great again. Together, we attended the Texas Theatre's showing of Suspiria, my friend dressed as a Disney prince whose name escapes me and with myself in a black dress with a cloak covered in raven's feathers (previously purchased on the internet because it was to...