Last episode, I expressed concern over the insignificance of character deaths. This week’s episode, “The Witch’s Familiar,” simultaneously affirmed and abetted my concerns.
Reader be warned: these articles assume that you’re caught up, and so both spoilers and overplayed River Song references abound below.
Doctor Who‘s 9th Season is significant for a few reasons. First, it marks Peter Capaldi’s second season manning the TARDIS console. Second, it will mark Clara Oswald’s last season as the Doctor’s companion. Finally, this season is awash with two part episodes; only two out of twelve episodes are standalone episodes. Yikes.
This is going to be an exciting romp through all of time and space. If you all care to take the trip with me, I plan on informally recording my thoughts for each episode.
Warning: I am writing under the assumption that you’ve seen these episodes, and so there will be spoilers beneath the cut.
The Cabin in the Woods has a firm place among my favorite horror movies for a reason. While providing plenty of thrills, the film also outlines the “rules” of its genre with a charming self-awareness. Do not wander off from the group. Do not have sex. Do not mess around with the weird stuff in the basement. There must always be a Final Girl.
My fondness of this film is, in many ways, responsible for my interest in the game Until Dawn. Like Cabin in the Woods, this game revolves around a troupe of stereotypical teens who must survive the night in an isolated cabin. Most importantly, it looks like a strange rendezvous between two of my favorite things: campy horror flicks and interactive, choice-based games.
While putting players through a frightening hell, this genre-blending looks like a match made in heaven. At long last, Until Dawn provides horror-movie enthusiasts a way to justify all the yelling that they’ve done at the screen. The important decisions–stay with the group or leave? Use the ammo now or later?–are in their hands.
Warning: This article contains soft spoilers. While I do not reference specific plot details, it’s easy to infer the correct choices during a few crucial moments from the material below the cut.
As a kid, reading well past my bedtime was a point of pride. I would sit in my dark bedroom, my sheets a tent over my head, and read book after book by flashlight. I suspect that my parents knew about this rebellious behavior. One birthday, they bought me a clip-on book lights. It was the dragon Norbert from the Harry Potter series, and the bulb spewed light from his maw like fire. The tool was well suited to its purpose: the Harry Potter series was most commonly responsible for keeping my rapt attention into the wee hours of the morning.
I bring this up because these sort of late nights vanished as I matured into adulthood. I had all but forgotten about them until I picked up Felicia Day’s memoir You’re Never Weird on the Internet (almost). Then, I found myself poring over every page, only occasionally allowing my eyes to slide over to the clock. I may not have read under my sheets (I am an adult now, I mean), but the feeling was similar: I was unable to the put the book down–unable to sleep–until I finished.
A pigeon dating simulator? Well, this is hawkward…